She heard a conversation of mummers go on from behind her closed door before her mother called out for her, the woman's sutler voice filling the house.
"Indi, a young man is waiting for you at the door"
Stumbling down the hall to the door in yesterdays clothes clothes she saw Atticus.
"What?"
"I love you"
She sighed.
"I might love you too"
He smiled, tugging her forward against his chest and kissing her like he wanted too every single time he'd kissed Lia. He looked down at her in her disheveled state and still saw beauty and she looked up at him and still saw hope.
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Atticus and Indi.
SpiritualIndi is an atheist, vegetarian ; who orders chocolate milk from a juice bar every Wednesday. Four minutes later, she sits in a confessional sipping her milk that has been placed into a juice cup and talks of her life. On the other side of the scree...
