The tears she's been trying so hard to keep in roll down her cheeks. How can it be anything but an ending? He doesn't get it. He shows people the stars and then takes it away from them and expects them to just carry on.
She swallows hard, wiping at her eyes. "Never know, this time next year I might be prime minister. Or... I dunno... an author." Or still just a temp.
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Date: 2013-05-17 02:04 am (UTC)She swallows hard, wiping at her eyes. "Never know, this time next year I might be prime minister. Or... I dunno... an author." Or still just a temp.
"Right then. Last stop, Chiswick."