When was it, exactly? There was a moment, certainly, when the tide turned and all Stede could do was wash away with it.
That night, when he sneaked out of bed and disappeared into the shadows, certainly; that was a moment. But that didn't feel like a line being crossed; it didn't feel much like anything at all.
The lighthouse. The painting, not the thing itself, looming over their wedding. Her face when she saw the model ship, that was another. But no.
The coffee cup. Falling from her hands when he had thrown everything away to return.
That. That.
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hidden_lemur
Super! A díky za všechny OFMD drabbles.<3
Thank you! My Czech is really
Kahvi
Thank you! My Czech is really bad, but I think you said "thank you for your OFMD drabbles"? If not, sorry for assuming! :D I've enjoyed writing them.
She did say that ;). And I
Smrtijedka
She did say that ;). And I agree and also thank you for the whole month of authentic English stuff :p.
I love your intimate and
Birute
I love your intimate and introspective description.
And there is something heartbreaking in the two simple final words.
Heartbreakng, that's the word
Keneu
Heartbreakng, that's the word I am looking for! Awesome, it really moves me.