OPEN | prompt three | PAIN

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prompt three | P A I N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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[ When Jonathan looks at Madchen, his fingers (rough and calloused) finally stilled, he looks at her as if seeing her for the first time, the light in his eyes akin to that of a man stranded in the desert who has just come across water. (That's all life is, living and breathing, hoping and dying, but he doesn't know what else it would be, and he wouldn't change a thing save perhaps get her out. She deserves something else – she deserves what they could have had before the Fallout, not the waste that surrounds them.) ]

I know, [ he tells her, and there isn't an ounce of doubt in his voice. ]

An' you know the same goes for me.