alisaie's expression softens into a weary, sympathetic smile, the hand on his shoulder lifting to his cheek, her knuckles brushing the line of his jaw, her thumb skirting beneath his cheekbone. when did it.. become so easy to touch him? when had she stopped worrying so much about what it meant?
she still worries. she still has no idea whether or not it is the right choice, to allow herself to.. love him. but she is beginning to realize that mayhaps there is no real right choice at all. ]
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alisaie's expression softens into a weary, sympathetic smile, the hand on his shoulder lifting to his cheek, her knuckles brushing the line of his jaw, her thumb skirting beneath his cheekbone. when did it.. become so easy to touch him? when had she stopped worrying so much about what it meant?
she still worries. she still has no idea whether or not it is the right choice, to allow herself to.. love him. but she is beginning to realize that mayhaps there is no real right choice at all. ]
I imagine it is.. some place important to you.