Aware
His mouth had run away with him again, he was aware of that. It always led back to that: running, didn't it? Her running, his running—though it was of an entirely different kind. Archie felt pathetic. He deserved whatever he got as she approached him, her tentative steps so unlike her.
"Archie?" Atlanta was speaking, her mouth opening slowly to draw breath. She quivered; he could see her through the base of his lashes, losing faith.
Was this the end to them? Please, no, please.
"I love you too."
Maybe he had never really been aware at all.
o-o-o
Note: Well, I finally remembered to come back to this and finish it off. I may do something like this again. I forgot how easy and fun it was. I wanted to avoid the whole cliché ending, but Archie always muses, and I wanted to make it as descriptive as possible. Thank you so much for sticking with me, I adore you all. There will be many more musings to come. Thank you again, for everything. –Nuuoa