+ : a break in the story; a time jump. italicized words : a flashback.
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WARNINGS: NoneWORD COUNT: 10.7k words (!!!)SONG: And I Love Her by The Beatles
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* SNEAK PEEK, DUH BC ALWAYS *"A tear collects at the corner of my eye, reminding me that at times like these, I expect to blink and it'll all be gone. I wait for myself to wake up from the dream, and to have him ripped away from me, just like all of those other times he was. But it doesn't, because how could my dreams beckon for me when my life was finally better than anything I could dream about?"
"She thinks that there's one soul out there, just for her. One that will stay by her side forever and that someday, she'll find it."
- Kazuya Kujō, GOSICK -ゴシック-
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"Are you kidding me?"
Groaning, I drop my purse in the doorway where it falls with a thud, and my quick steps echo down the hallway. "Harry Edward, I swear to God," I mutter under my breath, narrowing my eyes at his laughing figure at the other end, but the happy sound only grows further and further away.
"What would you everdo without me?" I ask nobody aloud, coming to a stop in a patch of sunlight dancing through the tall window. Rounding his desk, I find his brown messenger bag that I still smile at every time, and begin to pack his stuff up.
Pulling open a drawer, I find his Macbook charger that I may or may not be stealing for the tenth or twelfth time. After the last of the unwrapped cord comes out, something pink flutters to the marbled floor. Huffing, I shove the charger into his bag and bend down to pick it up, smoothing down the end of my skirt against my bottom. The thought of standing back up comes to my mind, but as a hint of his recent Sage and Citrus candle trickles through the air, I stop at the words I see.
"Huh," I sigh, my lips curling into my cheek as the writing on the Post-It clears before my eyes. A certain somebody's handwriting that I could recognize instantly, but my noggin takes a moment to rouse the reason for this very note.
