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"I was a good person once", he murmurs, his voice heavy with the constant burden of guilt and regret.  

What she should say is 'You're a good person NOW'. But she knows that he'll never believe her words, even if they are the truth.

Instead she whispers "I know" into the darkness.  His hand on her belly tightens almost imperceptively and she covers it with her own, lacing her fingers with his. 


Aug. 31st, 2012 12:34 am (UTC)
The ficlets. I don't know what to do with them. They just won't form a whole fic.

Maybe if I randomly post things I'll get more motivated.

OR maybe it can motivate someone on my flist to write too! :D
Sep. 1st, 2012 09:37 am (UTC)
lol. Maybe someday? I do have some random snippets in my head, but they're only half-baked and not nearly ready enough to do something with.

*feeds your muse cookies*