#PennedPossibilities 18
Liz: *gulps*
"Listen, even when I am doing Randall's POV instead of mine... it... it doesn't mean that it hurts less, you know?"
*lights cigarette, pours glass*
"He asked. I said no. I just... just couldn't... I had my suspicions... sickness in the mornings... but hadn't tested..."
*empties glass*
"So, yes, Randall had to let me go. It was the only solution, obviously. I couldn't have lived with him and he not with me. We were like TNT. Can we please stop doing this?"
#PennedPossibilities 19
Liz:
"Sports..."
*she stares pensively to nowhere in particular, as if she is seeing something you don't see*
"It is funny, because that is one thing we never talked about. Aside from the obvious one."
*snickers lewdly*
"I don't think he mentioned any. He once mentioned a boat but that sailing wasn't for him. Sometimes he disappears for a few days. Perhaps some hiking?"
*focuses again on you*
"The more I think about it, the more I realize I don't really /know/ that man."
#PennedPossibilities 20
(Switching to the short story "A Birthday" here, be aware of suicidal thoughts in the story)
"He showed it to me. It is from his thirtieth birthday. Me, sitting next to a fountain... must have been somewhere near Gernika. It was so hot that day, but we had lots of fun."
*smiles*
"Times were different, then. We had to take our fun where we found it. Death was around every corner. But in some regards we knew better how to live life, back then."