AN: Now that's infrequent! Anyway, I'm sorry for being such a bitch for not updating in ages. A little post-"Purgatory" one. The song is "What I Really Meant to Say" by Cyndi Thomson. Enjoy. Reviews and requests bitte.
I'm still in love with you.
That's what I really meant to say.
"Welcome back to the fold," Eames smiled weakly. Everything felt so perfunctory now, almost like a marriage stagnating to point of both parties forgetting the other's existence, let alone names, or why the hell they were still doing this to each other. Almost, but not completely. She could still find hope occasionally, like now.
She felt the words coursing through her arteries, away from her heart and into her throat, her mind, but decided that "I missed you" would have to wait. She couldn't understand why.
It didn't matter, she thought. It was still a lie, after all. By omission.