It was the need for him to acknowledge her. To look at her, address her. Anything. She clawed for that Maybe. “maybe” he would look at her and she would see that sparkle in his eyes returned with the original passion. Maybe he would remember she made him laugh or Maybe he would remember that when no one else was putting up with his shit, she was. Maybe he would remember he loved her. He knew she loved him. But that was a tale for another day.

For him to willingly include her in his conversation. She was still invested in his life. He let her be invested in his life. He would be sweet when and only when he wanted something from her. She knew it, she could see it. It was her overwhelming need to be included by him.

Linus was such a fucking prick.

Was that spark even ever really there?


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