[kissing him back feels as easy as breathing, hands resting on his shoulders, staying near, letting him guide it for the sake of it all being choice. she wants him strongly enough to burn with it - keeps it all tidily locked up and organized with the rest of herself until there's a reason to show it, but it's true. no reluctance, no hesitation that isn't born from the newness of it all.
the difference between then and now, for all of them, holding their shattered pieces, is that they don't have to do it on their own. maybe they'll never make a coherent picture on their own, but with the others, with pieces that lie next to each other, they could make a different image altogether. and that, regardless of it being hell, is a blessing.]
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the difference between then and now, for all of them, holding their shattered pieces, is that they don't have to do it on their own. maybe they'll never make a coherent picture on their own, but with the others, with pieces that lie next to each other, they could make a different image altogether. and that, regardless of it being hell, is a blessing.]