Celeste, Esme, Mindee and Phoebe Cuckoo (fiveinone) wrote in utr_logs,
She leaned forward some, her cheek following his hand for a few inches as he pulled it back toward himself.
We know.
It felt like fate. She was meant to be here with Quentin. She didn't feel like fighting it.. She was tired of fighting it. She couldn't keep worrying. It was draining her, and it was too late. She'd been up all night, and she was too tired to keep stressing. Quentin really cared about her, and she felt different than she ever had. It was like a storybook.