( sorry she says. knox peels back. sorry for what? it can't be the wrong person. it's rosie, clear as day -- the pretty nurse with rose imprinted condoms, the foxy fox lady who takes care of the school, mends the multitudes of broken limbs and broken hearts on a day to day basis. it's rosie. knox would never forget her face.
it's amazing that her saying dude is what really sells it. his hands are still cupped on her shoulders, and he shares glances between her eyes, his own welling up with emotion, before he ...
he smiles. brightly. shakes his head, shrugging, separating from her. )
Don't be sorry, love. S'my mistake. Sorry, sorry. I should've.
( been someone else, maybe, although that's something he's been chanting since the day he was born, so it holds little merit up between them. he doesn't like to see her upset, even if she doesn't know who he is. some thick and ugly emotion starts stirring in his stomach, swelling up his throat, but he swallows it down, down, down, choking on the things he refuses to feel. rosie doesn't remember him, it's fine. it's better for her that way. )
Not cried on the first person I saw, aye? Pffft. ( he laughs. maybe it's believable. ) No harm done, my fault. Feel free to smack me across the face if you like.
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( sorry she says. knox peels back. sorry for what? it can't be the wrong person. it's rosie, clear as day -- the pretty nurse with rose imprinted condoms, the foxy fox lady who takes care of the school, mends the multitudes of broken limbs and broken hearts on a day to day basis. it's rosie. knox would never forget her face.
it's amazing that her saying dude is what really sells it. his hands are still cupped on her shoulders, and he shares glances between her eyes, his own welling up with emotion, before he ...
he smiles. brightly. shakes his head, shrugging, separating from her. )
Don't be sorry, love. S'my mistake. Sorry, sorry. I should've.
( been someone else, maybe, although that's something he's been chanting since the day he was born, so it holds little merit up between them. he doesn't like to see her upset, even if she doesn't know who he is. some thick and ugly emotion starts stirring in his stomach, swelling up his throat, but he swallows it down, down, down, choking on the things he refuses to feel. rosie doesn't remember him, it's fine. it's better for her that way. )
Not cried on the first person I saw, aye? Pffft. ( he laughs. maybe it's believable. ) No harm done, my fault. Feel free to smack me across the face if you like.