[And then they're touching. And she can feel the heat of him through their clothes. His grip is firm, and she doesn't struggle, because her heart is caught in her throat and it's beating a thousand miles a minute, and it's not just because she's staring at long, long drop.
When he lets her go, she curses her body and how it wants to lean in to him, towards his touch. And she doesn't dare look back at him, because the scab's ripped off and she's angry, she's so, so angry that he dared show her something like happiness, something like acceptance, and for it all to be a lie.]
The damn thing swings open outwards.
[Which means the two of them are going to have to figure out a way to grab hold of it and close it unless they want a gaping hole on the "floor" of their closet.]
[ action, July 30th ]
When he lets her go, she curses her body and how it wants to lean in to him, towards his touch. And she doesn't dare look back at him, because the scab's ripped off and she's angry, she's so, so angry that he dared show her something like happiness, something like acceptance, and for it all to be a lie.]
The damn thing swings open outwards.
[Which means the two of them are going to have to figure out a way to grab hold of it and close it unless they want a gaping hole on the "floor" of their closet.]