"Nothin' to be sorry for," he mumbled, pressing his own face into her hair and inhaling. Breathing. He could do that, when she was there. It was the strangest thing...
"Life ain't fair. You're born and everything's shit and you make choices to match and then you die. S'how it works."
And another deep breath. She felt so alive in his arms while the world was spinning in his head, and the smell of her filled his brain, and things were a little less dizzy.
"I used to think it was nothin' but a fairy tale when people talked about someone comin' by that made the shit less... shitty. Turns out, I was wrong. Life ain't fair, and sometimes people get more'n they deserve anyhow, and then they can breathe again, zoto."
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Date: 2008-07-24 06:35 am (UTC)"Life ain't fair. You're born and everything's shit and you make choices to match and then you die. S'how it works."
And another deep breath. She felt so alive in his arms while the world was spinning in his head, and the smell of her filled his brain, and things were a little less dizzy.
"I used to think it was nothin' but a fairy tale when people talked about someone comin' by that made the shit less... shitty. Turns out, I was wrong. Life ain't fair, and sometimes people get more'n they deserve anyhow, and then they can breathe again, zoto."