[ It's funny, how often she has a similar thought — that things could be simpler, if she'd left when she planned to, returning to her old lonely existence, jumping between freelancing jobs and one night stands. That's the life she'd chosen for herself, the one she'd known for decades — centuries. It was familiar. And she was never afraid to lose anything. Not even her own life. But now...
She looks down at him, and her smugness softens. ]
I do, you know.
[ Her voice is quiet and wry when she leans down closer, holding their clasped hands to her chest. ]
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She looks down at him, and her smugness softens. ]
I do, you know.
[ Her voice is quiet and wry when she leans down closer, holding their clasped hands to her chest. ]
Love you.