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Season of Second Chances - Brighton Walsh

"I'm sorry, I didn't want it to be like this."

 

"How exactly did you think it'd be?"

 

Shrugging, he twisted his glass by the stem looking down at the table. "I don't know..dinner with firneds? Talk about our lives...catch up. I just...I miss you and was hoping for some semblance of normalcy."

 

She didn't say it, didn't have to. The look she gave him spoke volumes. After what they'd shared together, normalcy wasn't in their hemisphere of reality, and maybe never would be.

 

Not deterred, he tried a different tactic. "Are you seeing anyone?" He had no idea why that had been the different tactic he'd chosen. And, in fact, hated himself a little for asking it.

 

I am loving their interactions! They feel so freaking real.