#nancyrw

miraculous was certainly high up on the list of words that you’d use to describe it.   although, it was still something that remained stunning to you.  despite the reality of it all, the trials that had near forced you to closer in this capacity, despite it all - you were still amazed.    how long ago had it been that nancy was simply the girl in the school hallway that you passed by?  the one that had seemed more focused on steve, despite the bond that your younger siblings had held.    was this all miraculous, indeed it was.    miraculous that you could be sitting here, with her, in the front seat of your car.   

         “ i didn’t say that i didn’t, did i? ”    cheeks flushed, the burn.  your hands rest on steering wheel, gaze locked forward despite the fact that your vehicle remained with gear shift in the parked position.    two people like us.   two people like us.         the words play loop in your brain, like a cassette tape that begged to be unravelled.    quiet boy, you, yourself - were often unravelled.  often tattered and worn.      people like you.  war torn and filled with a rage for a common enemy.     ( would she have granted you a second look had it not been for this? no. you are meant for the shadows. )

gaze shifts, eyes set on studying her face, inhaling sharply. you owed her more than casual silence, more than casual answers.   nancy wheeler deserved more than what anyone could give, you knew this.   she had lost too much already - but hadn’t you as well?  

    “ it’s a goddamn miracle, nancy. can i ask a question? ”   hesitant. speak even though your voice shakes.