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by chronologicalimplosion

Summary:

Their failed session only lasts the span of a deep breath, but a lot happened in that breath that can't be discredited.

(They met in the span of a breath.

She jumped to the end of the slow, preparing inhalation for their beginning.

They exchanged over the in-between moment of holding, outlasting. The inevitable hung, at the tipping point. The downward spiral would be their end.

Plans were executed; she died a four-leaf clover death. Heroic, just, or fluke, it persisted, and her dying words, whispered across an uncrossable chasm, died there. Out of air; out of day.)

(Many came after, burying it amongst a sea of releif and sameness.) (Its significance blurred, but he had time yet to breathe deeply again.

Notes:

First off, sorry for the dumb title. I'm bad at titles (and I couldn't decide whether the t belonged or not).

Secondly, this is about the recent, blasphemous update in which John is fervently denying romance, specificially with one crazy spider chick he only knew for a day, in case you can't tell. My language got rather obtuse, having to condense all of the layers of the metaphor down into 100 words. I may revisit this idea some day, because I have a lot of good points in here that are almost in some kind of order.

All punctuation is intentional, I promise. ;)

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