(SoA: all usual disclaimers
she was his quiet tomorrows. A promise of an exciting mundane life by her side. He was the promise of true love, a love that kept fighting against fear. Hers, for Falling prey to another predator or being abandoned. His, for opening his heart again only to lose everything again.
She was his quiet tomorrows and the promise of someone waiting for him at home. She was the promise of eternity and a fountain of youth for the man who saw everything. He was the promise of feeling safe again and alive. The promise of being herself and loved for it. The promise of a better future with someone who looked after her. Both clung to their hopes and dreams but made sure it was a reality.
They were broken, maybe beyond repair but there was hope for them, at last. And maybe of everything they could be for one another, the most important for both was that they both felt hopeful again.
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