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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 17:35:42 GMT -5
"...I...I don't know...I think..." *she drew a breath, slowly.* "I think it's everything," *she said, beginning to cry.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 17:38:26 GMT -5
((Oh, you are good...Damn you.))
"Sssh, I will mend this. I promise." *He climbed onto the bed and pulled her into his arms, oddly knowing that she could not feel him.* "I will mend you." *He whispered into her hair.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 17:41:28 GMT -5
*Her arms hung limply by her sides and she only cried harder.*
"Oh God, I can't even hold you!" *she cried, her sobs turning into hysterical screams.* "I can't do it! Philippe, I can't--I can't do it!" *Words failed her and she continued to wail desperately, her cries echoing loudly throughout the house.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 18:03:58 GMT -5
*Philippe only pulled her tighter to him. He began to kiss her cheeks where the tears feeling, rocking her backwards and forwards.*
"You once said that I love you too much, that I held you too tightly. Well, I can do so enough for the both of us."
*He kissed her lips, very slowly.*
"And you are strong, you can do this. I will help you."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 18:09:07 GMT -5
*She pressed her lips to his as firmly as she could, drawing his lower lip between hers--she could feel him when he kissed her.*
"But I feel so weak," *she whispered, tears still rolling down her cheeks.* "I'm so afraid. What use can I be to you, now?"
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 18:12:52 GMT -5
*He pulled back.*
"Is that all you thought I wanted you for?"
*He shook his head.*
"No, we shall deal with this, we have dealt with worse. You can talk and think."
*He smiled tenderly at her.*
"I loved you when we just did that."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 18:31:18 GMT -5
*She looked at him with tears in her eyes.*
"Did you?"
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 18:36:32 GMT -5
*Philippe nodded.*
"Yes, I did. From when we met in the gardens at the Opera. You were drawing. I did not know it at first but I believe I loved you since then."
*He looked at her tearstained face and smiled.*
"I knew I loved you the day I tried to teach you to draw."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 18:41:49 GMT -5
"I remember seeing you at the Opera...you were--" unable to tear your eyes from La Sorelli "--looking so forlorn and lost..."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 18:44:13 GMT -5
"I was though, forlorn? Makes me sound like a lovesick schoolboy. Which, at that point I was not." *He shook his head.* "The past is the past. It should be left well alone."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 18:47:03 GMT -5
But you have brought it with you...
"Yes," *she said wearily.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 18:50:44 GMT -5
"You should sleep, I will stay."
*He continued quickly.*
"Do not fear, time mends most things."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 18:53:40 GMT -5
"We cannot be sure, though," *she said sadly as she slipped into sleep.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 13, 2008 18:56:12 GMT -5
*Philippe stayed awake all the time she slept, ready for any change. It felt as if he had not slept in days, in truth he had not.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 13, 2008 18:58:46 GMT -5
*Though she herself could no longer control her limbs, Becca began to shiver in her sleep under the light blanket.*
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