OPEN | prompt two | LOVE

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prompt two | L O V E And what you can never know from the beginning is how hard or how long you'll love something; how even when it is gone the love will chase you down, loping like dark flame through your blood. — Some lies are love. — Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you've made.

 

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[ That smile, that genuine smile, is put away in her heart and mind every time she sees it. Sometimes she worries that maybe one day he'll stop giving them to her, or one day she'll lose him because clean-up will go wrong, so she saves them- locks them away to notice every day she can. (She notices far more than she'll ever admit. Part of her charm is how innocent she can seem. No, sir, I have no idea what that is.) Kent may refrain from being too subtle, but to be perfectly honest, Antoinette isn't too subtle about whose company she prefers to keep. She has friends other than him who she seeks out, but not to this extent. At least, she certainly doesn't ask them out for dinner. ]

Are you sure, [ she asks, checking just to be certain that he's being honest. (It's not a date, not really, but it's something that will cheer her up even on the worst days. Funny how it's just being around him that does it. Who would have thought?) ]

There's a new restaurant, good reviews and all. Might not be a quick trip in and out, but you did say you weren't busy. Or our usual. Your choice.

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The new place, then, [ Kent says, with a quick nod. (He's being honest. She's one of the very few people that he's completely honest with. Not that anybody has much way of telling. As far as lies are concerned, he'd become a master of them a long time ago.) ]

We can make a date with our usual place, say, next week.

[ His wording is careful. It steps upon the toes of what these outings are (a date with the diner, not a date), and makes sure to include the plural (our). The sentence isn't a castaway, isn't thoughtless, and there's a certain quirk to his smile that seems to imply as much. ]

So. Where are we headed?