[ for steve - the torch is fresher. the 1940s feel like months in the past instead of years and the memories of her -- her smile, the way she walked while wearing the red dress, the softer way she'd say the word - steve - they're vivid and cemented into his memory.
steve's always been stubborn fond of split decisions and prone to his impulses. he's always been a man who wore his heart out on his sleeve and followed it. he doesn't think to call and it's only when she doesn't open the door - that he comes to the conclusion she may not want to see him. there's a distinct possibility that she has a life - an arrangement set up or another bloke. it doesn't even occur to steve because it only dawns on him then how big the gravity of 70 years is. ]
I got a little frozen in a moment.
[ he doesn't ask if she's gonna open the door, just stays still with the flowers in his hand. he wishes he were the one waiting instead. ]
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steve's always been stubborn fond of split decisions and prone to his impulses. he's always been a man who wore his heart out on his sleeve and followed it. he doesn't think to call and it's only when she doesn't open the door - that he comes to the conclusion she may not want to see him. there's a distinct possibility that she has a life - an arrangement set up or another bloke. it doesn't even occur to steve because it only dawns on him then how big the gravity of 70 years is. ]
I got a little frozen in a moment.
[ he doesn't ask if she's gonna open the door, just stays still with the flowers in his hand. he wishes he were the one waiting instead. ]
Is it still too late to collect on that dance?