(She chuckles, covering Beverly's hand with her own and squeezing gently. She feels similarly: she'd never imagined a happy future for herself. Everything back home was in turmoil, made that way by her own hand, and even though she knows she will fix it and a time will come where everybody she loves is safe and whole again, Lucretia still worries. She imagines she'll spend a long time, fixing her mistakes. It never felt like there would room in a future like that for her to be happy, let alone be with somebody, but...
Maybe it's within her reach after all. She feels light-headed with hope.)
No. You're perfect. (And she'll bring Beverly in close for another kiss, smiling against her lips.)
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Maybe it's within her reach after all. She feels light-headed with hope.)
No. You're perfect. (And she'll bring Beverly in close for another kiss, smiling against her lips.)