In the In Between: Chapter 17
Domestic bliss. So close she can nearly taste it.
So why does the idea feel so painful?
It’s not until they’re brushing their teeth side by side at the sink that she begins to understand the source of the anxiety rolling under her skin. It feels too good. Too much like what her heart has been crying for since she’d been left with nothing but her backpack and that stupid note. And now that it’s here, and so close the tips of her fingertips can desperately brush against it, the loss of it would be unthinkable.
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