it is, after all, nothing new. he loves her. she does not love him.
it's how half the stories go. (the ones with the tragic endings, or the ones where he is a secondary character.)
she says, i love you.
he says, i can live without you.
lately, all they can do is lie to each other.
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sometimes he thinks of himself as a creature of habit, wonders if he is running on that; if that is the only reason he has not listened to his better angels and let go. he sometimes thinks he is a badly-fired clay shape, with one phrase echoing around his head to define him, i love katniss everdeen.
the thing is: they fit together, too well. they can finish each other's movements if not sentences; he knows when she is feinting, when she is shooting. he knows when to duck.
this is how he feels the faintest flinch as he is kissing her.
this is how she feels him tighten his grip, before he lets go.
both of them are running on this: things they do not say, things both of know. truths that stick in both of their chests.
he wonders if one of these days he will be brave, if he will say, everything i do is because i love you. he wonders if she will say, you and i do not fit together.
somehow, he doesn't think so. he has gotten much better at lying, since he started to understand her.
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it is, after all, nothing new. he loves her. she does not love him.
it's how half the stories go. (the ones with the tragic endings, or the ones where he is a secondary character.)
she says, i love you.
he says, i can live without you.
lately, all they can do is lie to each other.
--
sometimes he thinks of himself as a creature of habit, wonders if he is running on that; if that is the only reason he has not listened to his better angels and let go. he sometimes thinks he is a badly-fired clay shape, with one phrase echoing around his head to define him, i love katniss everdeen.
the thing is: they fit together, too well. they can finish each other's movements if not sentences; he knows when she is feinting, when she is shooting. he knows when to duck.
this is how he feels the faintest flinch as he is kissing her.
this is how she feels him tighten his grip, before he lets go.
both of them are running on this: things they do not say, things both of know. truths that stick in both of their chests.
he wonders if one of these days he will be brave, if he will say, everything i do is because i love you. he wonders if she will say, you and i do not fit together.
somehow, he doesn't think so. he has gotten much better at lying, since he started to understand her.
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