you make me shiver with the fire you got....
this thing we started, i don't want it to stop.
lip gallagher x fem! oc
shameless us/ season one-five
childhood friends to lovers tro...
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LXIX —————— ODE TO A NEW DAY!
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𝗥𝗘𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗕𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧 𝗜𝗧. It's a silent killer, with a fegning desire to strike a chord at any spot of bright one by one till everything's oblique. One minute you're on top of the world, and the next, the world's being bludgeoned in and you're staring at all the pieces wondering where the hell you went wrong.
She could mark it on a calendar, the time and exact date when her euphoric hope for the future ceased to exist. It had been sometime on a Saturday in the worst heatwave of the summer, since, well, ever really. She'd just returned home from another booked visit with her father, the last of the month as per their 5 visits every 2 weeks rule, and for the most part, they'd managed to repair the loose ends of their relationship that had been lost to time.
They'd sit in druid silence at the start for a couple seconds, probably trying to equally process how either one or the other were currently in room with each other again after almost an entire decade. Till Eddy, melancholic as ever, would start with his sleuth of questioning.
Why are you here?
Who sent you here?
How's your mother?
The last one admittedly nerved her a bit. Even from beyond the four walls of iron bars and a sleet bed, Eddy still kept a foreboding worry in his heart for his ex-wife, who realistically couldn't care less whether he lived or died. Spencer always said fine, and he'd always expel a content breath. Good. That's good to hear.
From then on, Spencer's initial construction of how she wanted the conversation to flow scattered beneath her feet.
Occasionally, she would catch herself asking how prison had been. Nearly 7 years in penitentiary. Which was stupid in itself because it obviously hadn't been the next best thing to the Poconos. From his sunken in features and purpling abrasions that lined tops of his bare knuckles, it was telling that he'd been going through hell and back. He just didn't have it in him to admit that, and would reply with an excusing 'it's nothing I can't handle' before swiftly moving on.
