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Candelabra
Now it was Monica's turn to blush. Of course, she had always felt a pull to Gray that had been more than just friendship, but she had always repressed such urges deep down inside so that she could at the very least remain his friend. He was confusing though, and when moments ago he had been laughing like the prankster he was, now he suddenly had her pinned. From such an angle, Monica discovered that he was far more of a man than she realized. They were two adults now, and it seemed like their relationship had matured despite the years they hadn't been together. She supposed that that happened to all relationships, eventually. Her lips curved into a smile after the surprised ‘o’ had disappeared, and she reached her hand up to run her fingers through his messy hair. She didn’t have to reach far, as he had leaned in to speak into her ear.
The realization that she had in fact walked over to him without the help of her crutches, something she never would've done before, shocked her. It must've been Gray's fault; seeing him always motivated her. Perhaps she subconsciously was reacting to his presence once more and that feeling was helping her heal the mental block she had when it came to physically healing. She smiled even wider, her eyes alight, "You're right, I did," she almost sounded as though she were reassuring herself, "What makes you think it was your doing, you little nerd?" She teased him with love in her voice. It really was his doing. No one else knew her like he did and no one else could move her, literally and figuratively, like he could.
Monica was about to say something else, or perhaps she'd just try and pin him instead, but a knock on the door just had to interrupt them. The woman took Gray's hand and pulled herself to her feet, before slipping herself into his office chair. It was nice and comfortable, and she kicked the leg that wasn't casted onto the edge of his desk, "Oh, I'll stay here, count on it. I might not even give this chair back," she stretched out in the comfy thing. The woman glanced around his desk; she didn't want to sneak around in his business or anything, but her eyes did wander to the pictures on his desk. He had placed their prom picture right next to his computer, and Monica couldn't help but smile. They looked so young, and so very happy. Almost like a couple newlyweds. She shook that thought out of her head real quick. She noticed a couple more pictures of them together with other friends and family members, and one of just her making some odd face. She picked up the prom picture, running her thumb lightly over her friend's face. Just seeing him in that picture, all those memories filled her with joy. It had been such a carefree time back then. She kept her hand on the picture, admiring every detail of it. The woman still had it in her hand when Gray returned.
"Look at this," she motioned to the picture, although he had of course seen it innumerable times before, "Look at how happy we are," she grinned, almost wistfully.
The realization that she had in fact walked over to him without the help of her crutches, something she never would've done before, shocked her. It must've been Gray's fault; seeing him always motivated her. Perhaps she subconsciously was reacting to his presence once more and that feeling was helping her heal the mental block she had when it came to physically healing. She smiled even wider, her eyes alight, "You're right, I did," she almost sounded as though she were reassuring herself, "What makes you think it was your doing, you little nerd?" She teased him with love in her voice. It really was his doing. No one else knew her like he did and no one else could move her, literally and figuratively, like he could.
Monica was about to say something else, or perhaps she'd just try and pin him instead, but a knock on the door just had to interrupt them. The woman took Gray's hand and pulled herself to her feet, before slipping herself into his office chair. It was nice and comfortable, and she kicked the leg that wasn't casted onto the edge of his desk, "Oh, I'll stay here, count on it. I might not even give this chair back," she stretched out in the comfy thing. The woman glanced around his desk; she didn't want to sneak around in his business or anything, but her eyes did wander to the pictures on his desk. He had placed their prom picture right next to his computer, and Monica couldn't help but smile. They looked so young, and so very happy. Almost like a couple newlyweds. She shook that thought out of her head real quick. She noticed a couple more pictures of them together with other friends and family members, and one of just her making some odd face. She picked up the prom picture, running her thumb lightly over her friend's face. Just seeing him in that picture, all those memories filled her with joy. It had been such a carefree time back then. She kept her hand on the picture, admiring every detail of it. The woman still had it in her hand when Gray returned.
"Look at this," she motioned to the picture, although he had of course seen it innumerable times before, "Look at how happy we are," she grinned, almost wistfully.