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cannotfly · 7 months
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@soldwrecked's arthur donaldson sent: how long have you known?
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there were parties every night. fireworks that made her eardrums rattle. even from across the bay, she could hear the excited shrills of a dance. but what she looked forward to most of all were the birds that were released. the way they fly into the moon made her wonder if she would be able to do the same thing one day. with such celebrations going on, she had the sinking feeling that it wasn't art behind it although he lived in that house. he didn't like parties the last time she knew him. it would be someone else.
it's foolish to be jealous of whoever this faceless person was. here she is, sitting on art's bed as if she always shares it with him. johanna isn't the person he goes to bed with every night. there's someone else. someone for the parties. it isn't exactly jealousy, she thinks. a mere curiosity.
❝ well, there's lily. i had to, well, assume that she has a mother. ❞ she swallows. ❝ are you married? i just never see a woman around here and i told pry -- you know that i don't pry into your things -- but there has to be someone else. i just . . . ❞ her throat clenches. perhaps, if johanna doesn't finish that thought she can live blissfully ignorant for the rest of her life. they both know that she wears the ring of another man on her finger. she can't help but wonder. ( rest of her life -- she said rest of her life instead of for the rest of this affair; she wants this to last forever, doesn't she? ) ❝ who is she? ❞
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