— 𝘚𝘌𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘋𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘚𝘔𝘖𝘒𝘌 ˚ˎˊ˗

Definition of “his gaze softened when he looked at her”

There was a long pause after he drank from the bottle, and his eyes fell to his lap. “Mmh” A sigh came, followed by a sniffle that jarred him from the memory of being bloodied and barely breathing that night. He was certain that platform was to be his final resting place.-

Back turned, he’d grabbing a twelve pack of Blue Moon. He could hear the tone and shake of her every word and furrowed his brow. There was something.. He couldn’t place it. Or he wouldn’t..? Leon turned back and sat on the table before her, popping a cap for the bottle handed

we’re cursed， you and i. and there’s nothing to be done about it.

Inside, the modest living room was chock full of space-For so much time spent sleeping in whatever space he could find and government-funded housing, he kept an oddly minimalist home. On the coffee table, two bags of food. A tv blaring reruns of SVU. A laptop half open and -

you never wanted this, no. but i'm afraid you absolutely did choose it. in a hundred ways, at a hundred thresholds, you pressed on.

He pulled away enough to look down at her and nod, letting strands of blonde hair mask his wavering resolve. Another step back for composure’s sake: No sense letting a perfectly good DoorDash order go to waste. Leon calmly took her helmet and motioned for her. “C’mon. You-

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ though she wasn’t gone ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ for long , it was scary — ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ quiet . a lack of vision ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ makes everything much ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ scarier . ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ relief washes over her ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ when she hears claire’s ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ — ⠀

As she stopped, he suddenly pulled her into a hug. Years, marked with twists and turns, often guiled with unknowns and “maybe next times” He’d grown tired of it. A second chance had taught him the value of not missing a moment. “I missed you.” The words were muffled against-