[ always the second choice. it's a motif that threads itself through every facet of her life. always the back-up, the replacement, the second choice that steps in when the person someone really wants isn't available.
even a magical gift box knew that. ]
Yeah.
[ she's not even sad about it. it's just a soft exhale in resignation as they approach her car, her hand extracting from its grip on his arm in order to pull open her car door. ]
no subject
even a magical gift box knew that. ]
Yeah.
[ she's not even sad about it. it's just a soft exhale in resignation as they approach her car, her hand extracting from its grip on his arm in order to pull open her car door. ]
Come on.