Natasha has never liked playing the coquette, but something in him brings it out in her, the ghost of that seventeen-year-old girl who wanted to impress him, wanted him to like her. The past is always with them, she thinks, carried around in dreams, in memories, in scars--souvenirs of that country they've tried so hard to leave behind.
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Date: 2016-04-03 11:50 am (UTC)