Josie kisses Delia as if she's afraid she'll never have her again, as if this were their last moment together. Grips Delia's wrist tightly in her fingers, steely beyond their delicacy.
At last, is limp beneath her, face turned to the side, cheek in the dirt. Hardly perfect now, mussed and dusty. Hair tangled, dress ruined.
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Date: 2006-07-25 01:21 am (UTC)At last, is limp beneath her, face turned to the side, cheek in the dirt. Hardly perfect now, mussed and dusty. Hair tangled, dress ruined.
"Oh."