But all your flaws and scars are mine

Chapter 6

this is a heavy-ish chapter as well. And on that note....

WARNING:

There is mention of abuse and violence that could trigger or upset some, please keep that in mind before reading the whole chapter.

Good times and fluff are mixed in as well, of course and now that I'm feeling more like myself I'm ready to continue to share this SanSan journey.

As always, let me know what you think as I love hearing from each and every one of you. Lastly, I want to thank you guys once again for your love and support on this story.

♥️

PS this bitch is looooong
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I don't go into the office at all. Sleeping in is too fucking good and I don't feel like the third degree from Osha and Bronn. Part of me wants a parade to celebrate my date yesterday but more than that, I want to protect my time with Sansa.

It feels as if this is all a dream, and what if I share as much about our day as I'm comfortable doing so, and then wake up? If Sansa disappears, I think I will too.

They both reply to the email about my absence immediately. Osha shows some sign of concern but Bronn just wants to know all about my day with Sansa.

I tell them both we had a fucking fantastic time and I'd see them tomorrow. I then compose a, new and separate, message to Osha thanking her for the basket and telling her how much Sansa enjoyed it as well. She comes back with a smiley face and says you're welcome, that she understands and to enjoy my day off.

Bronn messages me incessantly. Most of it's funny and teasing, the man is like my brother and I shouldn't of expected any less. I go back with a few middle finger emojis and then ignore him.

Luckily, my cleaner comes on Fridays meaning there's not much to do around the house. I still tidy the place up before working out and getting myself ready for Sansa, who messaged to say she would be over in the late afternoon.

I've never cared about what my flat looked like for anyone, besides me. But with Sansa coming over, I find myself wishing it had more of a homey feel attached to it. I have a few framed photos and canvas prints that Osha, Roz and even Tormund gifted me over the years. There's a bit of artwork as well. I go to auctions that benefit certain charities and I keep the ones I like and gift the rest.

I don't know why I am so bloody worried, she would never judge me or look at me differently because of my place. The one time she's been here, Sansa was completely comfortable and at home. Let's hope that repeats itself today.

I plug in my iPod, putting it on shuffle and keeping the volume low before I place two glasses to chill and begin pacing my living room. I'm like a teenage girl waiting for her prom date, what the fuck is happening to me? I doubt I'll ever have the answer to that question, but at the end of the day, it doesn't matter, I like the change. Anticipation of something good, it's rare and new and fucking wonderful.

Finally, I hear a soft knock at the door and have to count to three so I don't look like some loser or freak who was standing at my peep hole all day. I really wasn't, I only looked through it a handful of times.

It's such a strange sensation, whenever I first lay eyes on Sansa after not seeing her for a period time. I feel as if any tension or concern drains from my body in an instant but in the same moment, my pulse races and my heart skips a beat. It's fucking thrilling.

Sansa is, as always, her beautiful and happy self, her bright face splits into a dazzling smile when she sees me. Maybe the girl is crazy.

Her shoulders are bare again but instead of one, like the first time we met, they're both staring me in the face, taunting me. Her soft, beige sweater and black jeans couldn't be more simple and comfortable but she might as well be a model in the middle of a photo shoot she looks so damn good.