[she's a natural at pivoting away from nostalgia while all henry wants to do is talk about it, especially if it means she's still talking to him. he had to give her up and protect her ex-husband in jail, knowing if he didn't someone else would come along. can't have that.]
I got enough autographs. I like my keepsakes but I wanna see you one more time, for closure. Give a man some closure and I promise I'll leave you alone.
( ani, with her own favors and debts and ledgers — always keeping track, always staying even — tallies it down as another empty promise. i'll leave you alone. he won't. they never do. it's always one last night, one last kiss, one last look, one last fuck, one last thing they can take from her. that's the thing about mice and men — they're a pain in the ass to evict, once they've chewed through your walls and chosen to make themselves at home. leave them even the smallest crack in the plaster, and they'll take it as an invitation to slip back in to gnaw you apart and piss all over your safe, clean spaces.
like she believes him, charitable enough to play her part in this stage production of moving on and moving forward: )
sure 😉 you know that old piano bar? i'll save you one last dance so long as i get to pick the music lady's choice
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I got enough autographs.
I like my keepsakes but I wanna see you one more time, for closure. Give a man some closure and I promise I'll leave you alone.
[famous last words.]
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like she believes him, charitable enough to play her part in this stage production of moving on and moving forward: )
sure 😉
you know that old piano bar?
i'll save you one last dance so long as i get to pick the music
lady's choice