#MIRU WE GOTTA PLAN THIS I CAN'T WAIT FOR CRIMES TO AT LEAST SEE THEM TOGETHER

[thefreelanceangel]

On rainy mornings especially... She missed Natasha's warmth. Her embrace. The way she'd rest her chin on Honey's shoulder and nuzzle her neck.

With the lamentably trite package of cookies on the way, she dared to hope for at least a letter. A response to the slim olive branch she extended.

Perhaps they'd never share those lazy mornings in each other's arms, listening to the rain, but surely they could patch up the wounds they'd left on each other so long ago.