#weaknessismeaningless

Now I feel so bad b/c no one replied back. Oh well.

Wise men say only fools rush in

Things had been set up perfectly. He had double, triple, and quadruple checked. He'd burnt the food about fifteen times and the whole house smelled of smoke, but he hoped she wouldn't notice. She would, but some part of him hoped she would come home, strip down to her comfortable layers, notice the fire and the flowers gripped in his nervous hands, and be too distracted or too surprised to smell it. 

She would smell it. He'd ended up having to order food because he kept screwing it up and he wanted things to be perfect, because she had put up with his bullshit for... how long had it been? He couldn't remember now and he mentally cursed himself for forgetting.

Maybe she wouldn't notice the smell, because he had moved all of the furniture out of the way, so the living room was a wide open space and the fireplace was blazing so brightly that he didn't even bother with turning any of the lights on. 

But things had to be perfect, because he'd set it up so that they'd be perfect. And they were about as perfect as they were going to get because he did it and she would appreciate it that he did something so stupid for her and her alone. 

The door handle jiggled and he could hear the sound of a key being inserted into the lock, heard the twist of metal as she unlocked the door, saw the handle twist and along with it his stomach and why was he suddenly finding it hard to breathe? His breath hitched just slightly, the same way it always did when she came home, because that damn smile of hers that crinkled her eyes and wrinkled her nose. 

But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you

When she'd walked into the house, it took her a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim light. It was such a change - normally Silver had the entire house lit up like the Autumn Festival or something, but this time... She blinked rapidly, taking in Silver's... strangely dressed up form. And... were those flowers? She felt that familiar smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she shed her jacket, laying it on the back of the cou-.. where was the couch?