@waywardfreckled from here.
«Y’don’t think I know that?» Dean asked, heaviness and a bit of alcohol weighing on his breath.
He had a cardboard box. A handful of pictures. Frozen moments in time, where things were good. Okay, maybe not good. But better.
«Is it so bad to wish for one moment that this wasn’t happening? That I could actually hold on to something real and that it could be good?»
“No. It’s not bad.” Evelyn shifted on the floor, curling her legs beneath her and tucking her cold hands beneath the sleeves of her sweater. She grazed her lower lip lightly with her teeth as she watched the dying flames flicker in the hearth. The past and Evelyn had an... uncomfortable relationship at best, and she had spent much of her time running from it, holding it at bay, rather than trying to draw it back to herself.
In a way, she envied Dean, that he had something worth holding onto, whatever that may have been.
“You should always hold tight as you can to the good things in life.” She gave him a small smile. “I can’t fault you for that.”
