His blood runs cold and his arms stiffen round him. He doesn't know why - doesn't this make more sense? Get it over with and then it's done and
(I'll have to let him go and I can't, only a few more hours and I can't)
they can move on and it'll be OK.
But logic doesn't help him, as it never does over things to do with love. So there's a lump in his throat suddenly, his arms tighten further and his head betrays him by nodding in the dark as the limo rounds the corner to approach their motel.
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Date: 2006-06-18 11:22 pm (UTC)His blood runs cold and his arms stiffen round him. He doesn't know why - doesn't this make more sense? Get it over with and then it's done and
(I'll have to let him go and I can't, only a few more hours and I can't)
they can move on and it'll be OK.
But logic doesn't help him, as it never does over things to do with love. So there's a lump in his throat suddenly, his arms tighten further and his head betrays him by nodding in the dark as the limo rounds the corner to approach their motel.