Love at last. Everything was normal.
Was it? Yes. For her it was.
Was it for him? Yes. For him it was.
Were they still in love? Yes. Deeper in love than ever before.
When is it my turn?
When you stop wanting things you cannot receive.
But I want them.
You can want, but you cannot receive.
Why not?
Too close.
I thought that helped?
The dilemma.
What dilemma? The dilemma, that of a hedgehog.
Getting close equals too much risk of pain, and no comfort.
Isn't that a risk everyone takes?
It is, but not one everyone is willing to take.
I'm willing to. I don't think he is.
His life feels like a Noir.
You mean those depressing movies?
Exactly.
That's what mine feels like to.
Two people in a noir? That doesn't sound healthy, does it?
Do I care?
I know you don't.
Do you care for a good Noir novel, sweetheart?
They make for a good story.
Indeed. Except when you live one.
Look at me.
Hug me.
Kiss me.
I'm not a puppet.
You are.
Whatever.
Psycho.
Killer.
Idiot.
Stupid.
Dork.
Love.
Peace.
Bliss.
Delusion.
Noir.
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A/N ~ Third interlude of the story! This one is very short and vague for a very important reason, and it's an exciting one! I'm so excited for everyone to see how everything plays out, and what this interlude means.
Any theories on what this might mean?
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