PacificRimbaud

Love and Other Historical Accidents

Lizzy Jensen

Shining the light of his declaration on their disastrous recent days, she saw the fingerprints of his devotion everywhere. She recalled him splayed in a reeking field, his face aglow with unmasked joy at discovering her safe and unbroken. Wrapped around her in a bed of fresh linens, yellow roses on the windowsill, his breathing slowed like he'd attained a hard-earned peace. In a crowded ballroom, she swirled past every unfamiliar set of arms until she found his, held open to receive her.

He'd never hidden it, hadn't held it back, but plainly, and without pride, left it out for her to find. Day after day, he'd endured the erratic overtures of her want, never presuming, never demanding, always gentle, always patient, always, she could scarcely bring herself to believe, waiting for her to arrive.

mercy

i’m sorry to say this but i don’t think even jane austen could’ve done what pacificrimbaud did

Love and Other Historical Accidents

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