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Last One Standing

“Sometimes I want to live forever, to be the last one standing, and then there are moments when I wonder whether I can even survive one more death in my life.”

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Imprisonment

His embrace felt like home, and maybe that was some deep-seated reaction resulting from old memories and a sense of nostalgia. 

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Happiness

One of the bitterest pills to swallow had been the realization that he was, in many ways, a happier person without her than with.

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Putting Down Roots

“I’m going to make you repeat that, Linds. Louder. Don’t you dare think you can get away with THAT being your first ‘I love you’.”

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Hang Ups

He hadn’t called in three weeks, and she wasn’t sure whether to be worried or just hate him. The latter would be easier.

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Abandoned Blanket

She liked the feeling of blankets covering her, the heat and pressure of them, and how she felt like she could cocoon herself away from the shit that was going on outside her bed and her hotel room...

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Another First Time

They’d crept back to her hotel room from a band meeting less than ten minutes ago, her hand in his, knowing exactly what was happening, what was going to happen...

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An Appealing Menu

Sitting comfortably on the couch, he took a small bite from a fresh apple and grinned at his lover. “I’m sure you’re plenty capable but the question is, do I want to take the risk?”...

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Beds On A Plane

Turning to the cabin opposite her, its door almost completely open, she squinted in the direction of Lindsey’s bed, trying to determine if he was also slumbering...

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Best Of You

“Well, that was….”

“Great?” she suggested, taking his hand and letting herself lean on him slightly as they walked backstage. Next time, no heels. “Amazing also works for me.”

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Before The Morning

She knows it doesn’t mean as much if she has to force him to say it, but she’s feeling needy right now (and Stevie hates that so much because she doesn’t need him; she just sort of, well, depends on him, dammit)...

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