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            . . . not you. . .

            ‘ are you sure you wanna go in there? ’

            she never sleeps ;  but she doesn’t tell him that,  a feigned yawn given at his question.  she’s more tired than he’ll ever understand. . .  than she ever wants him to understand.  a hand reaches out,  stopped short of grasping around his own melded fingers as shoulders drop further forward.  ‘ . . .   yeah,  bad dreams. ‘  half a pause, brown eyes turned the living room briefly before back to him,  ‘ that could be nice. ‘

            ‘  you’re going to die in there. ‘  her words are ominous yet spoken with casual indifference as the cigarette is lifted to her lips  &  the smoke is inhaled.  it doesn’t hold any of the same effects it used to but it still brings a familiar comfort.  a fake semblance of normality.  violet draws it away a moment later,  exhaling as she ashes. 

            lips press faintly,  his bright disposition washing over her  &  dark eyes linger upon his dimples as he smiles.  oh.  he’d asked her a question and she hesitates half a second longer before gathering herself to reply.  she feels as though she looks every bit the idiot she seems.  ‘  hey,  jimmy    —–    uh no,  i’m fine just. . .  tired,  i guess. ‘

            she goes to speak but the words die in her throat just as swiftly.

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