cautionary tales

came across something that i wrote a long time ago. as usual, i lost interest and stopped working at it. don’t even know what the story is all about. i read this again today and just thought it’s not such a bad start

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“you’re here.”

it was the first time in a long time that he saw her again. he had said the words softly, carefully, afraid that he would scare her off with anything louder than a whisper. at the back of his mind, he was thinking how strange it was that he didn’t want to scare her when it was he who should have bolted out the door the minute he saw her.

“you’re here.” he said again. she smiled and was silent.

he tried to recall the last time he saw her like this, sitting primly on his stained sofa with a half-smile on her face. then he realized that rebecca never sat primly. she would sit with her legs crossed beneath her. or with her feet propped on the table. but she never sat like she was doing now, holding her hands on her lap and looking at him with…amusement? fondness?

he couldn’t recall the last time she was amused of him either.

or fond.