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fuelforthefire) wrote2014-07-22 12:56 pm
fuelforthefire) wrote2014-07-22 12:56 pm
the world recedes
It's quiet out here usually, at this time of the afternoon. There's a field through the trees to the west where there are cows, and sometimes I can hear them. When it's the school year, there's a bus that rumbles down the road at the end of the drive that leads up to my house, taking the few children who live out this far to their homes. But it's summer, and all I hear is a few birds in the trees.
Just the birds and Claudia. I hear her as the door to my little house closes behind me. I'd gone out to paint, an hour or two out by the side of the house. I keep trying to catch the sun as it filters through the trees at this hour, but it's nothing I could keep my mind on. I heard her laugh at something, and I find that I need to know what. Not because I'm jealous or worried, but because I'm curious. The past few days have been relaxing for us both, and it seems that she's forgetting the things that she's lost so recently and letting herself be happy again.
That makes me happier than I can even explain. She makes me happier than I can explain, and all I can think is that we should have done this earlier. Gotten away and spent some time together. But then, it might not have been right. It might not have worked. I've learned that you can't force things, no matter how hard you might want them to work for you.
I set the easel and box by the door and go up behind her, leaning over the back of the couch to kiss her cheek. "What are you laughing at?"
Just the birds and Claudia. I hear her as the door to my little house closes behind me. I'd gone out to paint, an hour or two out by the side of the house. I keep trying to catch the sun as it filters through the trees at this hour, but it's nothing I could keep my mind on. I heard her laugh at something, and I find that I need to know what. Not because I'm jealous or worried, but because I'm curious. The past few days have been relaxing for us both, and it seems that she's forgetting the things that she's lost so recently and letting herself be happy again.
That makes me happier than I can even explain. She makes me happier than I can explain, and all I can think is that we should have done this earlier. Gotten away and spent some time together. But then, it might not have been right. It might not have worked. I've learned that you can't force things, no matter how hard you might want them to work for you.
I set the easel and box by the door and go up behind her, leaning over the back of the couch to kiss her cheek. "What are you laughing at?"
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I settle beside her but not as easily as she does. There are times when my leg is almost unnoticeable, but getting down low always feels awkward. I decide to pour the wine, hopefully enough of a distraction, too content to really be bothered by anything. Content? Excited, more than content.Even if nothing else comes of today than our conversation it feels like something has changed. Something good. “Do you want to toast?”
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"Your wine, your toast." That takes care of that nicely. Total cop-out, I know, but what's a girl to do?
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"To us." It feels kind of weird to toast to that, but I like it. It's celebratory and I've got enough ego to know that we deserve it. We deserve the little bits of happy we have here. I deserve it, even if I really really super wish I could share it with my friends. I know they'd all love Peeta.
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It’s hard to accept happiness sometimes. I think that there’s a part of me that thinks I don’t deserve it after everything that’s happened and I’ve done. But here we are, and being around her always feels like it’s the right place. Our glasses touch and I take a sip, the wine actually nicer than I expected.