Later we were lying in your bed, our bodies illuminated only by the city lights leaking in around your blinds. You were the outer spoon, your arm wrapped around me, your hand resting on my bare stomach. We were tried, satiated, and still a little drunk.
"I want to quick my job," you whispered, as if the darkness made it safe to say out loud.
"Okay," I whispered back, sleepily. "You can quit your job." You rubbed your thumb along the underside of my breast.
"I want to do something meaningful," you said, your breath warm against my neck. "Like you talked about."
"Mm-hm," I answered, half asleep.
"But I didn't get it then."
"Get what?" I mumbled.
"It's not only about finding beauty," you said, your words keeping me awake. "I want to photograph all of it- happiness, sadness joy, destruction. I want to tell stories with my camera. You understand, right, Lana? Minka didn't. But you were there. You know how that changes your view of the world."
I trolled over so we were facing each other and you gave me a soft kiss. "Of course I understand," I whispered, before sleep pulled me under.
But I didn't really get what you mean't or know how far it would take you. That it would bring you to here, to this moment. I was drunk and tired and finally in your arms, the way I'd imagined it so many times. I would have agreed that to anything you asked just then.
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the spark we lost
FanfictionWe've known each other for almost half our lives. I've seen you smiling, confident, blissfully happy. I've seen you broken. wounded lost. But I've never seen you like this.
