"I know that this probably won’t work out because everything’s falling apart around us
right now, but… I hope that in the end it does. Maybe not now, but eventually.”
Grace settles her head down in the space between Hannah’s shoulder and her neck and
inhales everything that the girl beneath her has to offer.
She thinks about when she was younger, maybe about eight or nine, and her father used
to press his lips to her mother’s cheek and tell her, “I’ve loved you, I love you, I’ll love
you.” She used to think it was strange how her father could say words with such promise
behind them when he truly had no idea where his heart could take him in the future.
But looking at Hannah, Grace finally understood.
She’d never understood anything more.”
-Wiredwright, Black & Gold
I just really loved this part in the fic okay.