When she sat down and placed her back against the wall, Cal remembered seeing her there before, when those nights in the galley turned into nights—here, in this room, on his cot.
Neither of them spoke for a few moments after Cal settled into his old side of the bunk.
“We used to do this on many nights,” Merrin observed softly.
Cal lifted a leg onto the cot and rested one of his arms on it, “Yeah, it’s been a while.”
Her brown eyes, which he knew so well, shifted to his, “And why do you think that is?”
Dropping his gaze was almost shameful, but somehow facing her and admitting it felt worse, “Dunno exactly. Guess we got…a little busy.”
A ‘little busy’ was an understatement. A ‘little busy’—
Also felt like an excuse. And he didn’t know why.
…
The distance that was there but shouldn’t be. Esoteric moments that were once so salient and defining are but a thought in the back of the mind, put in a box and locked away.
But what if that box were to be taken out. What if the dust was to be wiped off and opened again.
What if we found our way back to one another again?
rated E // chapter 5/7
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