She can't really tell exactly when or how she fell for her. She knew she noticed it when even the smell of her soap made her feel at home, all warm and fuzzy. Even the trail of clothes she left around the house were endearing to her. Was it ever different from this?
She remembers looking into her eyes for a moment too long when they first met. She thought she kinda looked like Peter Pan, but make it edgy and sapphic: short and wavy honey hair, a piercing bellow her bottom lip and her charmingly green eyes, with de little brown spots in it. It was like finding something she always needed, and always had. Something out of reach, but also familiar. It was not something she ever discussed with anyone, though, and she was never going to.
Ollie and June even meeting was absurdly difficult. They came from different cities, different backgrounds - both turbulent. "Fate really is something, isn't it?" June wonders silently as she watches Ollie sleeping, with her head on her chest and a...