A/N: This is my first piece of fan fiction. I started writing it shortly after I'd read Atonement, which probably explains a lot. I'm not really sure what this is or if I even like it that much. Yeah.
Theirs was the relationship they would never know.
She would never feel the heat of his body against hers. He would never whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Words would be written, recited and lost, unread and unspoken. In grief, pain but also anger. He never knew. They never had a chance to be; to be something unstoppable, something great. It's not impossible when it's possible. His words. But how can one recognise the impossible? It was the inevitable, yet no one was prepared. The happy ending didn't belong; reality is a harsh being. She would try to remember, to change, but time does not alter. He doesn't know. Laughter; it is unbelievable. Coward. He never experiences the thrill, the stripped back passion. That step into the unknown steeped in comfort, the was one moment. Singular. Brief and snatched; a yearning for more. It had been fleeting, perhaps a figure of someone's imagination. Will he ever know? The truth is something you shouldn't have to lie about. Also his words. The fear fades, but truth does not. Guilt, greeted as a friend. Jokes of old would cease to be. To love and to be loved. She always knew. A murmur, it had always been there, unnoticed. Those five words with so much meaning became the unspoken. She does know.
She will never know.
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