[ for the span of three heartbeats, chuck thinks about his mother. he doesn't have many memories of her, not ones that also contain his old man- but he knows the way those words sound. where they round out in the middle and go soft along the edges. like they're hesitant to break the silence and then get caught in the air when they're free.
it's not a sentence he ever tied together with mori's voice. she was supposed to be different. they both were.
but chuck turns around because he knows that's his cue, and his expression doesn't wrinkle, barely even flickers- but some undefined part of him seems to shut out. the closing of a door. ]
( x i : d 3 )
it's not a sentence he ever tied together with mori's voice.
she was supposed to be different.
they both were.
but chuck turns around because he knows that's his cue, and his expression doesn't wrinkle, barely even flickers- but some undefined part of him seems to shut out. the closing of a door. ]
Like you're going on a date.