It should require more for them to be stitched back together. Love is enough, she believes that to be true, especially when coupled with trust and faith. When Anya had come to stand in his lobby on her birthday, she hadn't expected it to take three days to get him to open the door, to let her in, to start to say what they both needed to say.
In stories, the hero is saved by the heroine's kiss. This isn't the same, but the revival feels right. They are both awake after a nightmare, only this time no one died in the night.
What happens next is a mystery, but she knows that she wouldn't have to carry on alone. Won't have to mourn something that barely had a chance to exist. They are getting their chance back. Perhaps it isn't quite in the same shape as before, but she wants to believe that they are better for it. She doesn't know what will happen if or when Dmitry speaks to her again. That thought feels a little sour in her mouth as it has been over a week and she hasn't seen him either. Work is an excuse that only goes so far. She cannot be the one who begs him to find her for forever. Her pride is too much for that.
Breathing deep to steady her heartbeat, to cool her blood after such a kiss, she nods as she smiles up at him. "I know. Please never doubt that I know and care," she assures him as she affectionately rakes her nails against the base of his skull. Laughing softly she shakes her head. "I didn't think getting you to talk to me again would end like this."
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In stories, the hero is saved by the heroine's kiss. This isn't the same, but the revival feels right. They are both awake after a nightmare, only this time no one died in the night.
What happens next is a mystery, but she knows that she wouldn't have to carry on alone. Won't have to mourn something that barely had a chance to exist. They are getting their chance back. Perhaps it isn't quite in the same shape as before, but she wants to believe that they are better for it. She doesn't know what will happen if or when Dmitry speaks to her again. That thought feels a little sour in her mouth as it has been over a week and she hasn't seen him either. Work is an excuse that only goes so far. She cannot be the one who begs him to find her for forever. Her pride is too much for that.
Breathing deep to steady her heartbeat, to cool her blood after such a kiss, she nods as she smiles up at him. "I know. Please never doubt that I know and care," she assures him as she affectionately rakes her nails against the base of his skull. Laughing softly she shakes her head. "I didn't think getting you to talk to me again would end like this."