mori memento

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the crushed pieces flutter from his hand to the pavement. with a quiet sigh he carefully straightens what remains, doing his best to make the bouquet look like he hasn’t been strangling it for the last ten minutes. he actually made an effort tonight. the usual faded jeans and worn flannel are traded for tailored black slacks and a matching button down. the sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms and the top button left undone. he even managed to avoid coming home from his last job with any fresh cuts or bruises worth explaining. a minor miracle in itself. taking one last steadying breath, he steps toward the door. one knock. then another. he immediately takes a half step back, rubbing a suddenly damp palm against his slacks. the door opens. a small, almost sheepish smile tugs at his lips as he holds out the surviving tulips. his eyes settle on hers, saying far more than words ever could. “hey, beautiful.” his voice comes out low and rough, softened by an unmistakable hint of nerves. “ready for tonight?”

“you told me we were gonna do something. just the two of us.” she gestures vaguely toward the packed club around them, nose wrinkling in exaggerated disgust. “this is not that.” leaning closer she closes the distance until her lips are only inches from his ear, her voice finally able to cut through the pounding music. “i wanted you all to myself tonight.” a tiny pout tugs at her lips as she pulls back just enough for him to see it. “let’s get out of here…” her fingers brush lightly against his wrist this time instead of pushing him away. “please?”