"I know," He conceded, a humorless smirk on his lips as he said it. He tilted her head up, bringing a hand to brush away some of the tears, the dried blood on his hands leaving stains on her face.
He drew himself up from the floor just enough to press his lips against hers. Maybe if he just pressed things enough, she'd realize they could still be happy together.
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Date: 2009-08-03 09:09 am (UTC)He drew himself up from the floor just enough to press his lips against hers. Maybe if he just pressed things enough, she'd realize they could still be happy together.