There is love inside this madness
We are walking on the moon
We are walking on the moon
If she rushed through it, it was only because she thought it was better to just get it all out rather than beat around the bush. She couldn't really identify what about it made her so nervous. Was it that she'd shared something with Phoebe before Jude had the chance? Was it the knowledge that Jude not being the one to tell Phoebe had hurt her friend? Was it the worry that there was something sinister in the fact that he hadn't yet told his mother about her? Whatever it was, she didn't like feeling so unsure, and she was suddenly glad for his arms around her, grounding her in the moment rather than allowing her mind to run away with her.
Much to her relief, Jude didn't seem mad, and now that she thought about it, it was kind of silly to think he would be. She'd never even heard him raise his voice before, and she had no reason to think it would change now. And that he was planning to tell Phoebe at least set the tiny part of Soh that had worried at ease. "No, of course not!" she said, appalled that she'd made him think that Phoebe - sweet Phoebe - had been mean. "She was very kind, actually." Perhaps too kind. Soh blushed again for an entirely different reason, thinking of the rather awkward conversation that she and Phoebe had had. "She's happy for us. It would seem she approves of me." And at that, a small smile quirked up the corners of her mouth.
"I was worried you might be upset with me," she admitted, her fingertips tracing the edge of his shirt against bare skin. "It should have been you." She said it ruefully, without blaming him for not telling her, but rather because Soh should have kept her mouth shut. Her smile widened a little bit though, emboldened by his hand stroking her hair. "I was just too excited," she teased. "I want everyone to know how I feel about you."
Much to her relief, Jude didn't seem mad, and now that she thought about it, it was kind of silly to think he would be. She'd never even heard him raise his voice before, and she had no reason to think it would change now. And that he was planning to tell Phoebe at least set the tiny part of Soh that had worried at ease. "No, of course not!" she said, appalled that she'd made him think that Phoebe - sweet Phoebe - had been mean. "She was very kind, actually." Perhaps too kind. Soh blushed again for an entirely different reason, thinking of the rather awkward conversation that she and Phoebe had had. "She's happy for us. It would seem she approves of me." And at that, a small smile quirked up the corners of her mouth.
"I was worried you might be upset with me," she admitted, her fingertips tracing the edge of his shirt against bare skin. "It should have been you." She said it ruefully, without blaming him for not telling her, but rather because Soh should have kept her mouth shut. Her smile widened a little bit though, emboldened by his hand stroking her hair. "I was just too excited," she teased. "I want everyone to know how I feel about you."
Though I don't believe in magic
I believe in me and you
I believe in me and you
Sohalia
