Alli Snow (allisnow) wrote,
Alli Snow
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2008 snippet

Tomorrow.

He's breathing hard.

Tomorrow.

His palms are sweating.

All these years, dreaming about coming home to his friends, his house, his old job, the life he knew before he was considered expendable. All these years of nomadic existence, years of being on his own, years of keeping no real connections, years of being pulled across a compass rose by his head and his heart, years of wishing that he could put down roots again.

And now here's the opportunity. She's asking him. Inviting him. He wouldn't be imposing.

And he's terrified.
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