"she waltzed through the rooms like a tiny whirlwind, suspended in different kinds of light. in the day she looked like a woman, but, at night, when the television’s bluish glow flickered over her skin as she valiantly blinked the sleepiness from her eyes, she looked like the girl he once knew."

inspired by this lovely fic: http://enjolrashale.tumblr.com/post/51439926846/dont-give-away-the-end-the-one-thing-that-stays-mine

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