She made the first move. She reached out and it doesn't matter doesn't matter doesn't matter that she doesn't know.
Miho all but falls foward, and her arms go around Goldy, and her face pushes into her shoulder. She's holding on as if her life depended on it. It almost does.
"I'm so sorry." Again, whispered into that mass of hair.
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Date: 2006-06-27 10:37 pm (UTC)Miho all but falls foward, and her arms go around Goldy, and her face pushes into her shoulder. She's holding on as if her life depended on it. It almost does.
"I'm so sorry." Again, whispered into that mass of hair.