{ starter for @awintersghost }
Stevie takes a deep breath of the cold air of the winter morning; drawing in the scents of the city that bring both a strong wave of nostalgia and a longing for ( home ) she had not been able to shake. It was easier now, than it had been at +
@awintersghost “well,” stevie draws in a breath. “i was /very/ jealous of dottie.” she admits with a laugh, shrugging as she shifts her weight. “and i didn’t enjoy hitch-hiking that night.” she teases. +
@awintersghost Island hot dog date.” Her smile turns mischievous then. “As long as you promise not to spend all our train money on a carnival prize for a pretty girl.” She teases.
@awintersghost yet, somehow, it doesn’t feel like enough. Her heart aches at the thought of him leaving; despite that she understood his therapy sessions were the condition to his pardon. “Well Sergeant Barnes,” Stevie drawls, a grin spreading across her lips. “I do believe I owe you a Coney +
Cell phones really amaze me. I can remember when we got our first land line phone and sometimes you’d end up in your neighbors phone conversation or someone 3 blocks away. It was a very awkward time for us all.
@awintersghost hoped you’d be apart of it.” Stevie stops herself here, tucking a stray strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, not wanting to burden him with too many confessions.
@awintersghost But she’s lived too long and been through too much to not let him know how she ( truly ) felt. If he hadn’t already suspected years ago. She was too old to let fear stop her, even as it creeps up into her lungs and constricts painfully. “Normal …or not normal …I’d always +