095. I knew you were coming. Hollywood Sydney/Feilim.
Some of her colleagues liked to mutter that Hell was other people. Sydney knows better.
Hell is waiting.
Waiting for the moments when she's able to text him, call him. Waiting for the moments when he's able to text or call back. Waiting for the moments when they're finally able to pull each other close again and feel each other breathing.
It's worst when she knows he's coming, when she paces up and down the hallway the door opens up to and peers out every so often to see if he's walking up the pavement. Her father knows better than to trouble her with anything, then, because anything he does say will go in one ear and out the other.
Waiting is Hell.
But being able to open the door, being able to open her arms and fling them around Feilim, being able to kiss him over and over until they're out of breath and then some-- that?
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Some of her colleagues liked to mutter that Hell was other people. Sydney knows better.
Hell is waiting.
Waiting for the moments when she's able to text him, call him. Waiting for the moments when he's able to text or call back. Waiting for the moments when they're finally able to pull each other close again and feel each other breathing.
It's worst when she knows he's coming, when she paces up and down the hallway the door opens up to and peers out every so often to see if he's walking up the pavement. Her father knows better than to trouble her with anything, then, because anything he does say will go in one ear and out the other.
Waiting is Hell.
But being able to open the door, being able to open her arms and fling them around Feilim, being able to kiss him over and over until they're out of breath and then some-- that?
That is Heaven.