[ The playfulness in his similar greeting in return doesn't escape her, even if she doesn't answer it. Her he'll see nothing but gratitude upon her expression, mixed with sorrow.
They're just at the front of the house. She steps forward, raising her eyes to meet his as her fingers curl into his touch. ]
Thank you. [ She had said this earlier. She repeats it again, only this time with another reason. ] Thank you... for having been such a good friend.
[ There. So even if she leaves by the next day herself, he'll at least have heard that, if it means anything at all to him. A day will come when that happens, eventually. If it is tomorrow, then he should at least know how wonderful he is, too. There will be no one to deliver messages to her if she leaves, and none to give them to others on her behalf. This is it, all they have here, the present forever being overtaken by the future. ]
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They're just at the front of the house. She steps forward, raising her eyes to meet his as her fingers curl into his touch. ]
Thank you. [ She had said this earlier. She repeats it again, only this time with another reason. ] Thank you... for having been such a good friend.
[ There. So even if she leaves by the next day herself, he'll at least have heard that, if it means anything at all to him. A day will come when that happens, eventually. If it is tomorrow, then he should at least know how wonderful he is, too. There will be no one to deliver messages to her if she leaves, and none to give them to others on her behalf. This is it, all they have here, the present forever being overtaken by the future. ]