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| [Unravelling - by theholyinnocent] |
It wasn’t supposed to happen. Which, of course, meant that it did.
It wasn’t supposed to be anything but a futile attempt at reclamation. It wasn’t supposed to be anything but Alex hearing her real name, spoken tremulously, bathed in sex, where words break apart like glass, shattering and shimmering upon impact.
Afterward, Olivia lay entombed in the slab-like hotel bed while Alex traced the lines of her cheekbones; that single gesture unraveled a flimsy heart sorely unprepared for another loss.
“So.” Triumphant but tender, Alex smiled in the dark.
“Hmmm?”
“What the hell have you done to your hair?”
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