"“Do you ever think about that?” she asked before the words could be sucked back into her lungs. “About, um. A-About finding your––?”
“Yeah,” Eddie admitted. “All the fucking time, Chrissy.”
“What do you think about?”
“I think,” he murmured, so low she could hardly hear him over the music playing in the next room, “that she’s a lot fucking closer than she realizes."
the beating of our hearts (is the only sound)
by makeshiftcandy
rated E | chapter 1/2
for @hellcheeranniversaryweek day 7: touching/true love's kiss
hhhhghis was so good 😩
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