a/n - So first off I'd like to appologize for how short this fic is. I wrote it a year ago, and completely forgot about it. I'd like to share it however, and I hope you don't mind it's length.
disclaimer - I don't own Pushing Daisies or anything related to it.
Breathe In, Breathe Out...
There were many things they both had gotten used to.
Chuck was used to waking with caution in the morning, for Ned had a nasty habit of listening to her faint breathing, and praying (although never aloud) that she'd wake up.
Ned was used to Chuck's hunger of freedom, and giving her that space, because the last time someone got too close, she had died.
Chuck, however reluctantly, became used to letting Ned tell her things when he was ready. She knew that he was scared of his secrets, and keeping those secrets was in his blood.
Ned, however reluctantly, was used to sharing Chuck's love. After all, death had told them both that life was special, and needed to be shared with everyone.
They both became used to the daily routine of life. "I'm coming through," "To your right," always knocking, alerting, but also making jokes, laughing, silent pondering, sad looks, reviving the dead...
Reality was like a healthy diet. You get used to it, but it also loses it's flavor after time. In the end, it's what's truly best for you. But perhaps that's why you give up.
Because it's those moments in life when you're careless that taste so different on your lips.
Even if it's so sweet, so rich, that you don't think you'll taste it again.
For Chuck, it had been the moment she was given her life back.
Even if it's a sour, bitter flavor, it's something you can't get used to.
And for Ned, it had been the pining and lust that sucked that life right off her lips.