Neil Gaiman, American Gods (via thelovejournals) —

‘I miss you,’ he admitted.
‘I’m here, she said.
‘That’s when I miss you most. When you’re here. When you aren’t here, when you’re just a ghost from the past or a dream from another life, it’s easier then.’









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      can’t break tradition right? ‘ her words were a little slurred, she should probably cut herself off from the eggnog. having done a spectacular job at avoiding noel tonight, of course they’d end up running into each other under MISTLETOE. but, she was drunk & it was only a kiss. right? 

WRONG. elena felt her body warm up even more once their lips connected – the way it used to. it was nothing more than a slow peck – that seemed to last forever& elena felt it in her KNEES. a few minutes had passed before elena pulled herself away, not even realizing he had had his arms around her. looking up at him in shock before quickly looking away. 

      i —– i gotta go,  she murmured before breaking away from his embrace & brushing past him. maybe she’d need another drink after all

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