The Holy Trinity {Grace, Hannah, Mamrie} | Oneshots

Long Distance and Secrets {Hartsquared}

"I just want you, Mamrie," Hannah whispered hoarsely down the phone, "I want to be there with you, always."

"Me too, Han. You know that I would if I could."

It was almost too late, and both of their voices were catching in their throats. Hannah was desperate to banish the loneliness in the pit of her stomach, and Mamrie the emptiness at the right side of her bed. Neither of them were in a position in which they could make the journey half way across the country to see the other, nor were they able to tell their family and friends about their relationship.

"I have to sleep now," Mamrie sighed after a few minutes contented silence, "I love you. I love you so fucking much, Hannah."

"I love you too Mames," Hannah murmured, her eyes downcast, "Goodnight."

"Night."

Both women abhorred pressing the 'end call' button, but - as Mamrie tended to turn over and bury her head in her cold pillow after every weeknight conversation - most of the time, it was left to Hannah.

The blonde woman stretched upwards and pushed her chair back from her desk. She was still fully clothed and had achieved absolutely nothing that day.

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Morning came, and two girls living miles apart stretched out an arm across their beds, both expecting to feel the soft skin of a lover. Sighs were heaved and alarms silenced when all that met their hands was air. Phones were were checked and texts sent at the same time: 'Good morning! Have a good day, I love you.' and 'Morning babe. I'll call you later okay? Love you, stay smiling xxx'

Grins were etched over faces as ringtones sounded and messages checked. Responses were typed and the day began.

Almost alone. Almost.