Magda had clamped down the flare of jealousy, then. She'd just laughed. Kissed Stella on the corner of her mouth, even though it meant she'd have to reapply the lipstick, that the bright red bow of her lips sat like a mark against Stella's jaw.
Of course I will, Magda had said. Because Stella was a dreamer, everyone knew that, and the cruel thing to do would have been to say But he doesn't even love you.
You'd really choose him over us?) ]
No. It's okay.
[ Her answer comes out a little breathless, on the end of a hiccup. She sounds— tired, more than sad, more than the grief that makes her want to go back to the dark underneath the bed.
There's another pause. And then, softly (all instinct, call and response):— ]
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Magda had clamped down the flare of jealousy, then. She'd just laughed. Kissed Stella on the corner of her mouth, even though it meant she'd have to reapply the lipstick, that the bright red bow of her lips sat like a mark against Stella's jaw.
Of course I will, Magda had said. Because Stella was a dreamer, everyone knew that, and the cruel thing to do would have been to say But he doesn't even love you.
You'd really choose him over us?) ]
No. It's okay.
[ Her answer comes out a little breathless, on the end of a hiccup. She sounds— tired, more than sad, more than the grief that makes her want to go back to the dark underneath the bed.
There's another pause. And then, softly (all instinct, call and response):— ]
Love you, Gael.