[ -- he's too sweet, she decides. too obliging. and when she tears the paper (despite its care and artistry) she does so knowing that whatever's inside this box will be something chosen -- or made -- with just as much care. indeed, she can tell immediately that the flowers are his handiwork.
balancing the box against the flat of her palm, she touches the tips of two fingers to her lips. ] Steve, [ she says his name with feeling. almost as though she's about to scold him for the lengths he's taken. ]
They're beautiful.
[ and this is why she'd wanted to leave her gift and flee. she isn't good at this part -- the part where she's overwhelmed with feelings. ]
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Date: 2016-12-23 10:08 pm (UTC)balancing the box against the flat of her palm, she touches the tips of two fingers to her lips. ] Steve, [ she says his name with feeling. almost as though she's about to scold him for the lengths he's taken. ]
They're beautiful.
[ and this is why she'd wanted to leave her gift and flee. she isn't good at this part -- the part where she's overwhelmed with feelings. ]