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[blueparadis]

pov!ran from under one roof. chapter ix. slightly suggestive.

There is a cold breeze in the air. The clouds are scattered but not angry, a little upset perhaps yet still not enough to weep. Maybe it rained somewhere nearby. Y/N is standing in front of me leaning against the frame of the seat. so was I. We were standing opposite each other waiting for our station. We were traveling in the metro on that cold afternoon, running away with our lives. I was wearing jeans, a T-shirt and a long overcoat —the usual one, the only one that I brought with me, which is not much in this weather but I wasn't feeling cold.

“Hey Ran,” Fuck don't tell me she spotted an empty seat. “We could use that. it's still forty-five minutes.” Great. Two seats. Empty. “Yep. and We definitely should,” I said before walking towards the seat but felt a tug behind me. I looked over my shoulders to see her grabbing the belt of my overcoat. cute, right? Of course, it is but my poor heart wasn't able to process all of these.

we have shared the closeness that people generally share when they're married in these past few days, spent almost every moment sitting close to each other, sleeping over each other's shoulder, taking care of each other, and had a fair amount of sex yet I still wasn't used to her emotions, her feelings for me. Maybe it's me who is a cockblock to our relationship.

I liked my lips and said, “Hey, that’s not a thing to hold.” and gave her my hand. She looked at me with that questionable expression she has when she is at the dead end of a case. Yeah, she was confused. I swallowed hard and grabbed her hand steadily walking towards the seat to occupy.

When we sat she adjusted her hand hooking around my arm. Maybe it's the cold weather but I interlaced my fingers with hers feeling her head nuzzle over my shoulders. A few more stations and then we will be there soon. Feeling a squeeze over my palms I looked at her.

And Oh dear god. She had those eyes, the eyes that I had since I was a teenager; from the day I saw her, the eyes that I yearned for so long and so hard. I looked at her squeezing her hand back, for a while, and tore away my gaze; thinking may these days never come to an end. Yeah, maybe we are running with our lives but at least we are together.

[shisasan]

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977

[feral-ballad]

Ama Codjoe, from Bluest Nude: Poems; “Bluest Nude”

[Text ID: “I crave. I want to be seen clearly or not at all.”]

[fairydrowning]

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. November 1933, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas

[lilliesand-valleys]

[peoplevsbirds]

[dionyrtal]

Vertigo Peaks by Dion Anja 2. Return II by Dean Gioia

[derangedrhythms]

Rebecca Perry, Beauty/Beauty; from 'Kintsugi 金継ぎ'

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Miranda July, The First Bad Man

[wordedarchive]

It was April and she was the saddest thing under the sun.

Khush Bakht via wordedarchive

[septemberkisses]

— Carol Rifka Brunt in Tell The Wolves I'm Home

[shisasan]

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977

[feral-ballad]

Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from Rien ne va plus

[Text ID: “I would have preferred if you had loved me less and understood me more.”]

[fairydrowning]

"The day was beautiful, warm and clear. It was the end of August."

– Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

Bilal Al-Shams, Sacrifice