Sometimes we sit together the way we did a thousand years ago and we don't say a word but just listen to the thrushes and the skylarks. He even smiles occasionally, raises our hands to touch to his lips as he remembers, and that's when I turn sideways and look at his face, trace his scars with my finger and without speaking I tell him against and again that I'm home.
And that's how I live now.
AN: So this really doesn't count as anything but I just found out that there was a section here for How I Live Now and just had to submit something, anything. In this case, anything turns out to be a grand total of eight words inserted into the original script ^^; Nevertheless, I wanted to share.
I'm actually a bit frightened/cowered, and find writing these characters - especially Edmond - a very daunting task. Because this book means so much to me, and I aboslutely don't want to ruin the perfection of the characters that I've built up in my head ^^ Okay, end dribble.
Disclaimer: All but one sentence belongs to Meg Rosoff, haha. Like I'd have the absolute grace to write like that x_x
xx Caeleus