*Other note: I never made it clear in ‘Yet’, but yes Henri IS, in fact, dreaming of a naked guy (3 guesses to his identity) who she’s never actually seen naked before. (OTL XD)
*Final note: Cor may of hijacked this fic, but the original should be finished soon~
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LOVE
You may laugh
But it's the most beautiful word
LOVE
You may laugh
But it's the most important word
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LOVE
You may laugh
But it's the most beautiful word
LOVE
You may laugh
But it's the most important word
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Sometimes Henrietta dreams of Cor’s smile, bright and happy.
It makes her smile, makes her heart thud in her chest when she knows it’s genuine and true.
Though, it’s not just his smile that makes her heart flutter, oh no. It’s his mannerisms, lazy yet concise. It’s the way he knows much about details and facts about everything and nothing. It’s the way he becomes overjoyed when they share chocolate, despite his deadpan snark.
He’s someone who always makes her feel so full of…
That word.
Laced in all her smiles, dripping out of all her laughs...
That one word.
So beautiful, if she could feel it more. So important, if she could say it to him (toyouIlov—)…
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They’re laying under the same tree, in the same cool shade brought out by the same warm sun. Except this time, neither of them are starkers and Henri's eyes are wide open.
She turns her body sideways. He’s napping on his back (even in a dream), arms cushioning his head, expression relaxed. Unaware of his best friend taking a leaf from his book and just…studying him.
Henri’s fingers slowly, slowly reach across the small gap between them and touch his blond hair. Silky, soft, always well kept. Her movements became more daring as she cards through his hair gently, watching the small smile works its way onto his face. She starts to smile—
He shifts. (wrongwrongwrong) Her hand stops.
He rolls over to face her. (bestillpleasebequiet) Her heart stops.
Henri relaxes and memorizes the contours of his eyelashes, of his cheekbones, of his lips—
(Don’t even think abou—)
Curious fingers reach out to trace the arch on his nose, the curve of mouth as the corners twitch upward into a content smile.
Henri smiles warmly, inches a little closer to him. The shade feels less cold when she’s near him. She closes her eyes and sighs…
And yet…it’s not enough. Never enough...
Closer, a little closer, if she’d only inch another centimeter towards him…
(waitnoyesnoyesmorenoyesyes—)
No.
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It’s a shame, really, that she can never remember these dreams. She's not sure why it's a shame, but the feeling of restlessness is still there when she wakes.
As she watches Cor edge closer in his seat towards Gerard and put on a dazzling smile, Henri smiles over at Ellie in turn. It’s still Cor’s smile, so happy and beautiful, so Henri doesn’t care if it’s not directed to her.
He’s happy. It’s perfectly fine. She will be happy too, because as long as he’s still Cor, their deadpan snark of a best friend who loves to nap the days away, Henri is fine with who ever he chooses as a potential love interest. Even if it's Gerard, of all people. So she’ll smile like she's expected to and be encouraging, like a good friend.
(The smile wavers slightly.)
-End-
