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His hands are buried deep in his pockets, and he smells like cologne, something sharper, older, refined. She misses the faint vanilla from Devon’s perfume that lingered wherever she went, the aftershave he used before he could even grow a beard. He’s got a permanent shadow on his jaw, now.
He looks older. An entire different life she doesn’t really know about, and so many things she wants to ask about. Everything she has no right to know. Fill in the blanks, she thinks. Tell me something I don’t know. Tell me anything.
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- Part 2 of past lives
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The man covered in blood is watching her.
Another gust of icy wind blows across her, burning at her skin and bare feet, halfway out the door. Something makes her stop, where she stands. His head tilts, eyes wary.
“Well?” She asks. Her breath still comes out in pants, unwilling to stay in this fucking building a second longer. “Are you coming? Or not?”
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She starts by fixing her hair. Running her fingertips over her bangs, smoothing back the strands framing her face, gently teasing her crown until it sits slightly tousled. Smoothed, but perfected in the way Helly usually messes with it by mid-morning. She leans closer, fixes the slight crease in her concealer, the tip of her finger swiping beneath her eye.
She leans back, satisfied. Almost perfect, half distracted as she picks up the tube from the counter. At the moment she leans forward again to touch up her lips, the door swings open. Laughter drifts through from the kitchen, and Mark’s hands loosely hold his tie out, frowning as he moves over to the sink.
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Mark’s wearing a dark green sweater, grayish pants, and stumbling out of his snow boots. “Oh.” He says, giving Petey a look, brow furrowed beneath his shaggy hair. He hasn’t shaved. “I uh..” He points a thumb backwards.
Petey cuts him off. “Thought you were going to work?”
Mark looks almost guilty. He’s missed that look. Petey raises an eyebrow, crosses his arms over his chest. “Playing hooky?”
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The sun drifts down through the trees through the garden, a warm breeze ruffling over her untied hair, the back of Mark’s head. The sound of bird song is still a novelty to her. Something that she doesn’t take for granted. They should get a bird feeder. One of those baths, too, she thinks.
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“Together?” Mark’s voice feels as quiet as the breeze. Helly nods, looking up at him, memorizing his face. “Together.”
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After a few moments, she moves forwards, and presses her forehead to the middle of his back. She can smell the strong, black coffee he’s making. The distant traces of soap, his long-faded aftershave.
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Mark’s got a hand wrapped around the steering wheel. Rumpled suit, tie tugged loose from the firm knot. He’s got a five-o-clock shadow and an even more haggard look to him than usual. “You look like shit.” She says.
He ignores her words entirely. “Why the fuck are you in my car.”
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Paper lanterns sway along the lines of the canal, strung high above the tightly packed streets, glowing against the inky night sky. His boots hit the uneven cobblestone, and Mark weaves through the crowd.
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He watches the back of her head, red hair bright against her dark, thick coat, the longer strands glowing under the flickering white lights. The weird song that’s playing- it’s almost familiar. Somewhere distantly, he thinks he’s heard it before.
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Every so often, Scout’s drawn out laughter turns to blowing smoke towards the open window, beneath the swaying, sheer curtains. More than once, Mark will hold out two fingers, and Scout passes the cigarette to him mid-sentence, completely in sync.
Helly can still hear the rowdy party happening downstairs, drifting up through the window. The curtains ruffle in the evening summer breeze, and a radio sits on one of the side tables, crackling through tomorrow’s weather.
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The door handle rattles. She’s on the far side of the dark room, knees beneath her chin, back pressed against the cold, hard wall. “Helena?” Someone says.
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When he sees her, she hears the soft catch of his breath, stuck in his warm throat. The gentle uptick of his heart, hammering beneath his ribcage.
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There’s an equilibrium being reached- his hands recall the shape of her- and his memory sharpens, tugs low and high and pulls thin at the aching chest cavity; the other half of his existence.
He speaks through barely more than a whisper, the words tumbling out. “I can feel it.”
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They’re wrapped up against each other. His dark brown hair, contrasted by her red. Matching white shirts and pink lips.
Her cheeks are flushed, and now, so are his. “Huh.” He breathes, and she feels his hand twitch at her lower back, fingers flexing around the material.
“Gonna be a long day.”
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- Part 2 of Party 4 u
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“Mark?”
Her hair is pin-straight. Draped in a long, black coat. Sharp edges, clean lines. Pale in the glowing, white lights. She used to have freckles.
For a moment, they just stare at each other. Eighteen years since they saw each other last. “Hey, Helly.” He says, softly.
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- Part 1 of past lives
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On the first page, she just scribbles a few times. Looping, arching shapes, rambling thick lines, scratchy in the centre where she presses down onto it with her middle finger, ink staining the grooves in her skin. When there’s no more room, she tears it off, crumples it up, and tosses it back into the drawer.
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or, five times Helly was weird about a pen, and one time Mark brought it up -
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Mark runs his thumb up the line of her jaw, and takes a long look at her, in a way that she knows he’s about to say something stupid. “What?” She almost laughs, her voice breathy and quiet.
“Your boyfriend’s gonna kill me.” He jokes, and god he’s so fucking stupid, her face splits into a grin, then a barely restrained laugh. She leans back in, brushes her lips against his.
"Better make it count, then, Scout."
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- Part 1 of Match
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Mark’s had an inkling- the way Helly gravitates towards encouragement is something that he’s just filed off as endearing in his head. But it’s slotting into place now, the actual weight of it. Helly really, really likes being complimented.
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- Part 1 of Party 4 u
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Mark’s head turns towards her, with that ever-present, perfectly ambivalent look on his face.
Not for the first time, she just wants to poke at him. Tug on the edge of his sleeve. Twist his tie into a spiral and let it go. Stick her hand into his pockets to see if he’s carrying any loose paper clips.
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Or, they go stargazing