nine hours, seven minutes. give or take. that was how long
she had been out of the house, caught in a hustle & bustle
nonstop. this case, that case, paperwork & WAY too much
coffee for one human to consume in a day. exhaustion.
caffeine was the backhanded savior, always promising a
crash on the back end of flying high.& a sigh falls,as does a
charcoal blazer, few buttons later a shirt follows, then heels.
& a glance at a pretty face in a large mirror.at TIRED though
still intense blue hues. tentative fingers tug pearls from ears.
“ – mm. “
the water barely drops before she notices it. a ring, a chain,
dangling behind a scalding waterfall of her own making. & a
pause - her grasp around the small object becoming a touch
shaky.then its’ in her palm. it’s STUNNING. & she can’t move.
“ – beca ! “
her insides are twisted so tightly with anticipation that she can hardly stand it. she wants to run into the room and ruin the moment by shoving the damn thing in her face so she can just get it over with. but she doesn’t have to wait much longer as the shower turns on, beads of warm water cascading down onto her beautiful (hopefully very soon-to-be) fiance. the word already feels funny in her head but she finds she wants to say it over and over.
the face adeline makes is exactly what beca had been waiting for. it’s fleeting, but she’s captured it and logged it into her longterm memory; and she knows she’ll always have it to pull out on bad days or just when she feels like smiling. once she’s seen it and committed it to memory she ducks back around the corner, just in time to hear her name being called. a smirk tugs at her lips and she takes a deep breath, and then another, before she makes her way into the room to face the blonde woman.
❛ you hate it, right? it’s cool. the guy said i can return it. ❜
of course she’s joking. she honestly hadn’t even asked the man about returns because she refused to consider the fact she might need to. and when she reaches the older woman she turns the shower off and she reaches out, taking adeline’s left hand in both of hers. a thumb brushes across the top of her hand and she pulls it up to press soft lips against bare knuckles.
❛ i just... y’know how much i suck at this stuff, but dude. i really love you. and i don’t want to have to go another day without you in it. so, uh... please say yes? ❜
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