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sleeping  alone  .     freddie  had  never  thought  he’d  be  one  who  would  miss  sharing  his  bed  –  he  liked  his  space  .    that  is  until  a  daphne  sized  lump  had  taken  home  there  .   six  months  later   &   his  sheets  no  longer  carry   her  perfume  nor  did  he  find  stray  red  hairs  everywhere  anymore  .     six  months  of  still  being  friendly  –  trying  to  pretend  nothing  other  than  friendly  things  had  happened  between  them   .     fingertip  traces  her  palm  slowly  before  slipping  into  hers   –   returning  home  .   maybe  that  letting  the  one  you  love  go   &   if  they  return  they  truly  love  you  stuff  wasn’t   bullshit  .

he  squeezes  her  hand  gently  .    ❛   of  all  the  stupid  things  i’ve  done  ,   ❜   he  mentally  notes  them   –  too  many  to  list  aloud  .   ❛   the  stupidest  by  far  was  letting  you  go  .  ❜   sounded  silly  right   he  hadn’t  really   let  her  go  had  he   he  still  saw  her  most  days   –   but  there’s  a  difference  between  fred  &  daphne   &    daph   &   freddie  .     difference  between  who  they  were  with  without  the  gang  .  he  lets  his  fingers  tangle  with  hers   fits  like  a  glove  .   

he’s  spent  the  last  few  months  replaying  that  last  night  in  his  head  ,  kicking  himself  for  the  things  he  did  say  the  things  he  left  unsaid  .   he’d  almost  lost  the  one  little  string  of  hope  he’d  be  clinging  to  when  her  hand  turned  his  slipped  in  as  if  it’d  never  left  .    they’d  get  through  this  .   it’s  always  been  them  it  always  will  be  them  .     DB+FJ  forever  ever  ,   right  ?

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          𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 - it had been torture to the extreme to be near him and not touch him, kiss him, not even lean on him when she needed to. Even that most INNOCENT gesture felt charged, felt wrong, felt forbidden when they weren’t together. And now, finally being able to hold her Freddie’s hand again was everything. It was a RIGHTNESS that had been restored to the world, a sense of balance that tipped her back onto her feet and onto solid ground once more. 

It wasn’t just you, Daphne adds, unable to let him lay all the blame on himself. It had been her IDEA after all, her and though she’d second guessed it more times than she could count all those months, maybe it was just now paying off…? She hoped so. She prayed so. 

So - what does this mean? Can we - Are we… Can we be US again? Daphne’s eyes searched his, those endless lakes of blue, the kind of SPARKLE Disney princes vied for.  Can I be - She’d almost slipped up. Almost asked to be his.  Can we BELONG?