[ (No, it's not okay. It's really not. Cause some wounds don't.)
Martha shifts her weight, burrows it harder against the resistance of the passenger door. She wants to tell him that they'll never be far enough, that it'll always be with her, that he's inside her, inside her head and no matter what she does, she can never manage to pour him out. Behind her lips she bites her tongue. Bites until the muscles of her jaw aches and she tastes copper. ]
Tired? [ Because sometimes Martha remembers that Cooper's a person too. ]
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Martha shifts her weight, burrows it harder against the resistance of the passenger door. She wants to tell him that they'll never be far enough, that it'll always be with her, that he's inside her, inside her head and no matter what she does, she can never manage to pour him out. Behind her lips she bites her tongue. Bites until the muscles of her jaw aches and she tastes copper. ]
Tired? [ Because sometimes Martha remembers that Cooper's a person too. ]