hattergonnahat: (she'd hate who i've become lately)
ʝeʄʄeɾsoŋ | ɱɑɗ ɦɑʈʈeɾ ([personal profile] hattergonnahat) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2013-03-22 03:27 am (UTC)

It's different out here. You told me to go outside, not to let myself be trapped. You were right.

[ His eyes dance around the garden, to the far edge where the shadow of the trees starts to spill over the lawn. It used to be quiet here, until Emma came into town. The birds started singing again, crickets chirping. Like the place was coming back to life. ]

You forget things. Important things. How the wind has a taste, how the grass feels. There's good out there, so many beautiful things. I used to remember...it just gets harder to see it.

[ Something darkens in his eyes when they shift back to her, unfocused but earnest. ]

All I can think about is her. And I can't tell her, I can't hurt her with the truth, I know how much it hurts. I can't. I won't. Can't tell her...can't go on like this.

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