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He muttered to himself before standing. The water was up to his ankles now. He pulled the last few of the essentials and clambored out of his den,...
24 hours earlier... Victor entered his den, looking around anxiously. Water had already began to pool at the bottom and he took a deep breath...
(ZOOP?)
She nodded, closing her eyes and drifting off.
"I love you too," she replied. "I didn't say it back and I think you know. But I love you too."
After a few minutes, she spoke. "Hey, Cy?"
She looked over at him before moving over to him, resting her head on his chest gingerly.
After she finished, she came back over to the bed, settling in on her side gingerly.
She took it and returned to the kitchen area, beginning to clean up.
"No, you should sleep," she protested. "I can take care of the clean-up."
She laughed again, sounding a little embarrassed. "I see. Are you done with the soup?"
“But... I told you I loved you. You never said it back.”
She laughed, raising an eyebrow. “Why couldn’t you say that you loved me before?”
“Sure it is,” she replied eagerly. “Or, at least, you’re able to love me in spite of it.”
She reached over and rubbed his back gently, finding the tenseness that had built up over the day. “Like not wearing a coat?”
She brought him back a bowl of soup, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Oh, come on. There has to have been a moment."
“Oh?” Dahlia asked, pulling away and going over to the stove to ladle him some of the soup that waited there. “When did you figure it out?”
She laughed, her hands curling against his chest. “And it only took 10 years.”
She kissed him back slowly, gently and tentative at first. The thrill shot through her, and she pulled back for a moment and gave him that cheeky...
Her nose brushed his and she watched him, her thumb brushing his cheekbone. "Always. It's always been you."
