“Sometimes I want to live forever, to be the last one standing, and then there are moments when I wonder whether I can even survive one more death in my life.”
"I swear to God, I wouldn't touch you if you were the last man on Earth."
He’d tied her to him over ten years ago, and there was no undoing that knot.
His embrace felt like home, and maybe that was some deep-seated reaction resulting from old memories and a sense of nostalgia.
One of the bitterest pills to swallow had been the realization that he was, in many ways, a happier person without her than with.
It was strange, watching them grow up into young adults from a distance.
“I’m going to make you repeat that, Linds. Louder. Don’t you dare think you can get away with THAT being your first ‘I love you’.”
She’d expected that things would still be the same.
He wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or insulted by her obvious hesitancy.
It was very easy to talk about distance in the hypothetical.
He hadn’t called in three weeks, and she wasn’t sure whether to be worried or just hate him. The latter would be easier.
There was a limit to the number of times he could try and reach out, Lindsey had recently discovered.
She liked the feeling of blankets covering her, the heat and pressure of them, and how she felt like she could cocoon herself away from the shit that was going on outside her bed and her hotel room...
Today she misses him. Another day, another way.
They’d crept back to her hotel room from a band meeting less than ten minutes ago, her hand in his, knowing exactly what was happening, what was going to happen...
Sitting comfortably on the couch, he took a small bite from a fresh apple and grinned at his lover. “I’m sure you’re plenty capable but the question is, do I want to take the risk?”...
The first time he saw the mattress on the floor, he was curious and said as much. She told him to fuck off and he did...
Turning to the cabin opposite her, its door almost completely open, she squinted in the direction of Lindsey’s bed, trying to determine if he was also slumbering...
“Well, that was….”
“Great?” she suggested, taking his hand and letting herself lean on him slightly as they walked backstage. Next time, no heels. “Amazing also works for me.”
She knows it doesn’t mean as much if she has to force him to say it, but she’s feeling needy right now (and Stevie hates that so much because she doesn’t need him; she just sort of, well, depends on him, dammit)...