Empty Bottle

AURELIA

and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be

She pulled back, too, realizing she'd broke some of their impulsive connection, realizing the confusion that brought him out of it. Fuck. Even as the words pushed through, they left her in such a stir that she knew the timing was off. The hollow feeling that followed was sobering and the laughter was gone from both of their eyes.

"I'm sorry," she responded, the apology reflexive.. "I didn't mean..." but what did she mean? Damn, if it wasn't all so complicated. A short, easy answer was what she wanted to give him, so she tried. She settled so that she was more beside him than on top of him, swallowing down her guarded nature. "I fight everything so hard but, it always feels like I'm running away instead. You just.. made me realize it, I guess."

In that moment of honesty, an expression graced her face that wasn't quite unhappy. It wasn't quite anything but, a feeling that the distance was crawling back between her and... everything else.

Well, fuck that. She lifted her chin and pressed her fingers through his hair, her gaze searching his face. "I don't want to run away from this, though."

but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep