#promachoi

❝  i just ... i couldn’t sleep. ❞ rory shifts uneasily at the threshold of henry’s apartment, eyes looking any where but him.  ❝ i can leave, if you’re busy. i just didn’t know where else to go. ❞

it's not that she hated her birthday. she just hated the idea of it, the visual conjured up of clamoring people around candles and cake and boisterous singing and a wish made. she's made so many wishes over the years, and none of them came true, so what was the point of lighting up candles if there was no one there to celebrate it ? so in a way, it was too much, but in the best ways it could be. rory's lips press together, smizing while her body fits perfectly against his and they sway together, his grace makes up for her lack of. ❝ i loved it. all of it. ❞ she promises as her fingers caress the nape of his neck, twirling some of the short hair around the tips of her fingers. she begins to roll her eyes at his impishness, ❝ henry ... ❞ her tone drops a few octaves as she draw out his name, reluctantly letting him disentangle himself from her while she waits with building anticipation for the aforementioned gift. her features scrunch up and cheeks warm and brighten at the brush of his lips on her nose, and that telltale darling that leaves her heart fluttering in her chest, every single time. she tries to look chastising as she takes the gift bag. she could go on and on about why he didn't have to and all she'd be left with is no air to go on, so instead she peers into the bag, and pulls out what's clearly a wrapped book. her brows pull together curiously as her smile turns into a silent inquisition, tearing through the wrapping paper until she reveals the title, and she laughs. caresses the surface reverently. how he found this edition, she had no idea. ❝ i love it. i absolutely love it. ❞

she  doesn’t  comprehend  exactly  how  it  happens,  how  his  hand  comes  to  rest  on  hers,  the  way  their  fingers  interlace.  they  stand  there  for  a  moment  in  silence,  and  god,   there’s  so  much  she  wants  to  say  to  him.  she  even  opens  her  mouth  to  begin,  to  offer  some  kind  of  solace  or  advice,  but  the  sudden  shift  of  his  hand  as  it  moves  to  touch  her  face  discards  her  train  of  thought.  and  so  she  offers  actions  instead  of  words.  slowly  cupping  his  face  in  both  hands,  she  presses  a  lingering  kiss  to  his  lips,  explorative  and  long - awaited.  without  a  word,  he  breathes  some  life  back  into  the  piece  of  her  that  has  felt  so  very  stagnant  for  the  last  twenty - four  hours.  she  thrives  on  the  passion  of  it  for  as  long  as  she  can  before  something  in  the  back  of  her  mind  screams  at  her,  leaves  her  pulling  back  suddenly.  “  i’m  sorry.  neither  of  us  are  ...   “   she  trails  off.   “   i  shouldn’t  have  come.  “            

                 𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒚’𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏  as she gazes again into his features. there’s still disbelief in beholding him, touching him, feeling him. rory remembers it all too well, the moment his energy was ripped from this world. the moment he died. and she would never bring it up but she remembers the cold that clings to her still, that she ventured through to bring him back again. and she would do it again, if what she gets is her henry back. her thumb caresses across his cheek  as she leans down to brush her nose against his,    ❝ i’m happy. ❞  what else could say that could describe it so perfectly ? she doesn’t want to jinx it but she truly believes they’ve had all the bad luck any two people could possibly have. there were owed this. there was no point in discussing anything that’s past, not when there was just so much future ahead of them. still, she could feel the emotion swell in the back of her throat, eyes burning with the intensity of it.     ❝ i’ve missed you. so, so much. sometimes i think this has to be a dream. that it’s too good to be true. ❞

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