EVIE
I want your midnights
You'd be welcome.Three words shouldn't rock her so much, but they do. The idea of Sam welcoming her into his home, a place where he is supposed to feel safe, is something Evie never anticipated them to be able to achieve. And yet here they are, making so many strides in one evening, and her defenses are so low that she can't help the sincere smile at his words that blossoms tentatively on her face.
"Then I'll be there." It's a promise she intends on keeping, no matter how hard it might be to force herself to go there, to tell herself that their progress won't landslide backwards. She has to try and be hopeful, even when the evidence of the past tries to point out that doing so is useless.
Sam gets up to leave, and Evie remains seated, feeling like she needs the time to collect her thoughts. "You too, Sammy." It drifts off after him, and then she's left staring at the front of the temple, feeling far more content than she had been when she'd first arrived. It's nice.
