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“Hey, hey – it’s-it’s alright. Everyone gets lonely. Gets drunk. Asks for things they don’t mean. It’s just that…being who I am – what – I am, when I get called to…service…”

He winces at that particular word; but seems to realize he can’t take it back now, “I have to either perform or be dismissed. Like rubbing on a genie’s lamp.”

Shane. Shane is in her dream. He’s holding her face in his hands and he’s…singing. And his singing is so, so lovely. A song for her soul, strumming every emotion with his words and the other voice keeps trying to break in, but Shane seems to override that voice, seems to silence it, even while he captures her attention and she’s…torn.

Pink on the lips of your lover…

From her vantage point on the bench, still lacing her figure skates, she eyes the stranger. He’s got on hockey skates and athletic wear, so he must be from the local team. He’s wearing a tight-fitting athletic shirt that shows off his arms, and the sweatpants show off a hockey player’s best asset. And that ass. That ass should be illegal.

All was normal, we believed. Until that fateful day arrived – when everything and everyone as I knew it, including Shane, would never be the same. And I would never be the same either. Just thinking about it now brings a chill to me, and a feeling of extreme thankfulness in my heart.

For on that day, I had almost lost Shane.

reward for @bellairestrella for you are the songs i dreamt (but never sung), their shelsey fill for the holiday event

The room smelled of lavender, a smell she had caught up on last night while they were drinking at Katie’s and the little limbo she and Sara had been in for almost two months was on a thin line, about to explode into something else she hoped would last a lifetime.

He snaps his fingers at that, pointing at her rapidly, voice rising in volume with his excitement, “YES! That’s it! We’ll-we’ll celebrate it the way it’s supposed to be celebrated! Over the top, jingle bellin’, snow sleddin’, tree lightin’ Hallmark’n it!” he raises both arms up in the air, his stance one of total victory, “We’re gonna be Hallmark’n it, ba-beeyyyy!”

Golden slumbers Fill your eyes Smiles await you when you rise Sleep pretty darling Do not cry And I will sing a lullaby