Rated G
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Summary: A Scorpion drabble
"can't imagine a day without you."
It was the closest she'd ever come to saying it. He'd walked from that room with his heart singing. Despite darkness on the horizon, everything seemed brighter. Her hand on his chest, heat burning through the fabric. The catch in her voice. The warmth, suffusing that grey room.
Now all is different. The distance between them, a vast chasm. They could be speaking different languages. He wonders what she hears him saying. The scorpion. Words suspended like stars in the darkness.
Scorpion. But her coldness is the venom that goes straight to his heart.
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