"Oh, love," Lucy murmurs and he's too far away now. A great deal too far away, and her fingers move to cradle his face, and for the moment, she doesn't care at all where a compass might point.
"I don't know how to make it different," she says, finally, and hates it.
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Date: 2006-09-26 03:46 am (UTC)"I don't know how to make it different," she says, finally, and hates it.