⠀⠀⠀𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 comfort in his words; their soothing timbre enveloping her in a cocoon of reassurance and hope —— what she needed. It’s the reason she bridges the gap between them; her lips grazed softly against his own in a slow kiss.
“ 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. “
» she stopped to tie her shoe laces, and then . . . 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. “ Her fingers graze over the rim of the glass with a sigh. “ It’s hard when your witnesses are a bunch of first graders. “
⠀⠀⠀𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙨, her posture slouched —— contentment, subtle as it was, had crept up on her like an old friend, like the glass of wine that had been waiting for her; 𝘩𝘪𝘮, too.
“ . . . Not much, “ she admits, “ just that she was at the park with her friends, and »
⠀⠀⠀𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙖 warmth, there, in his eyes — comforting, 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳; her lips tugged in a half-smile as her keys clatter onto the table.
“ Yeah, “ she breathes, “ just —— a long day. A missing person’s case . . . 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. “
⠀⠀⠀𝙀𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 a day drenched in the pour of sleuthing, the soft clink of the front door echoes her relief as she shed the weight of her investigations with her coat, wanting nothing more than to change into her pajamas . . . and a glass of wine.
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goodbye, my sweet betty, my sweetest constant. for the last six years, the two of us have been on quite a journey together, and just like her, I started out with someone, and I’m ending with another. this fandom will forever be dear to my heart. 🖤