Memster101
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(( I know!! It's so lame xD I have no younger siblings soooo that's out of the question. And I feel too old to go and trick or treat, too young to party >< Such an odd age. ))
I understood what she meant after a moment or two of thought and followed after Mir when she stepped behind the curtain. How many times had this position been reversed? When I had been too drunk, too stoned to dress myself? There were vague memories of Mir stripping me down to my underwear and dragging me into a cold shower, or things of the like...but nothing when I was fully aware. After just looking at her for a moment, I finally brought myself to help her undress. I took the coat first, setting it on the chair that was just outside of the curtains, then her shirt, pants, bra and underwear. In that moment of her being fully undressed in the harsh medicinal lights of the room, she had never been more beautiful. Even in all of her fear, emptiness, cuts, bruises, and marks that were and weren't made by me...she took my breath away.
Unconsciously I allowed the fear I felt to slip on my face- of what was to come, of being here, of my already road to relapsing- and a few tears slipped down my face. "I love you, Miranda Carson. Forever and always...." I whispered, gently cupping her cheek. I placed a soft, but emotion-filled kiss on her lips before helping her into the gown. Grabbing the hair tie from around my wrist, I helped pull her hair into a makeshift bun, before taking her hand. "You ready to go back out...?"
I understood what she meant after a moment or two of thought and followed after Mir when she stepped behind the curtain. How many times had this position been reversed? When I had been too drunk, too stoned to dress myself? There were vague memories of Mir stripping me down to my underwear and dragging me into a cold shower, or things of the like...but nothing when I was fully aware. After just looking at her for a moment, I finally brought myself to help her undress. I took the coat first, setting it on the chair that was just outside of the curtains, then her shirt, pants, bra and underwear. In that moment of her being fully undressed in the harsh medicinal lights of the room, she had never been more beautiful. Even in all of her fear, emptiness, cuts, bruises, and marks that were and weren't made by me...she took my breath away.
Unconsciously I allowed the fear I felt to slip on my face- of what was to come, of being here, of my already road to relapsing- and a few tears slipped down my face. "I love you, Miranda Carson. Forever and always...." I whispered, gently cupping her cheek. I placed a soft, but emotion-filled kiss on her lips before helping her into the gown. Grabbing the hair tie from around my wrist, I helped pull her hair into a makeshift bun, before taking her hand. "You ready to go back out...?"