Cecilia J. Caldwell (airanddarkness) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-08-14 21:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | cecilia caldwell, larry pellosi |
{attn: Larry}
Cecilia had been lying low for a few weeks. Just going to work, and keeping otherwise to herself. She'd decided to give Larry his space -- she was starting to worry that she was going to do that thing she does, with the jealousy and the clinging, and so she'd backed off. But the longer she went without calling him, or going to see him, the more she felt his absence.
And every night this week, there he was. In her dreaming. In her arms, somewhere else. As he was, not as he is.
Though her dreams have been clear enough, she'd taken them in stride. Somehow the familiar faces and the knowledge a few of them had brought her felt almost comforting. She'd felt it all as a kind of power; it hadn't scared her, even when she started seeing blood in her dreams. Even when she knew how it ended.
She'd woken up this morning wanting him with her. Not sure of what that meant, or where it led. And she felt a little guilty, too. Like a jerk. So she's done her best to figure out when he gets off work today, and she's managed to find herself outside the grocery store, nervously waiting for him.