She wouldn't change it. Every life had regrets, and she had hers, held them close, but she knew she wouldn't change them. Who she is now was built on the bones of her past, that rotting foundation that held together just long enough for her to reach the surface, to breathe free. He was down there, too, wrapped so tightly around her roots that she couldn't cut him out if she wanted to.
"You always do. Only the best in dilapidated boltholes and cheap rotgut. You'll ruin me for all other men." Which was its own brand of funny wrapped in bitterness, a smile and a slap. How long had they spent stealing what they had, neither one of them actually free to give themselves? Hadn't stopped them then, wouldn't stop them now - even if they lost their freedom all over again, Natasha knew they'd find a way to hold on to each other.
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She wouldn't change it. Every life had regrets, and she had hers, held them close, but she knew she wouldn't change them. Who she is now was built on the bones of her past, that rotting foundation that held together just long enough for her to reach the surface, to breathe free. He was down there, too, wrapped so tightly around her roots that she couldn't cut him out if she wanted to.
"You always do. Only the best in dilapidated boltholes and cheap rotgut. You'll ruin me for all other men." Which was its own brand of funny wrapped in bitterness, a smile and a slap. How long had they spent stealing what they had, neither one of them actually free to give themselves? Hadn't stopped them then, wouldn't stop them now - even if they lost their freedom all over again, Natasha knew they'd find a way to hold on to each other.