Mar. 9th, 2010 05:05 pm
musebysentence 38.4. Contemplate
Dec. 21st, 2009 08:16 amHe felt like a lampoon, not letting go, he felt like a failure, he felt like he had given up on Pogue, he felt like there was no way out of it, back or forth or sideways, he felt like he had let go way too soon, and he had to spend a very long time curled up in the front seat of the car, head against the wheel, before his sight cleared and steadied enough for anything resembling his promise for safe driving to be possible.
musebysentence 32.1. Unexpected
Dec. 18th, 2009 09:56 amPogue's unexpected gesture would have delighted Caleb any time, but right then it got his eyes wide and soft, his heart swelling with actual hope, and, as he drifted off with the sound of the blond's muffled grin caressing his memory, for a moment he thought that maybe, one day, he might be able to relax the grip on what he had locked up inside without drowning them both.