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October 17 - October 25, 2023
You think you’re defending my ‘honor,’ but you’re just as bad as he is.” She jerked a thumb at Dobson. “I don’t need someone to fight for me. I can fight for myself.”
The next time I sought out Charlotte Holmes, it was because Lee Dobson had been murdered.
That was a perfect first chapter. I like Homes, she has certain aspects of me in her.
No one else in the world would put up with this girl. “You are awful,” I said, and even then I was forgiving her. “I’m not.” Relief was written all over her face. “How am I awful? I want examples. Give me an itemized list.”
I already lo-o-ove them!
Holmes clutched her mug of tea in disbelief. “He hugged me.” “I know,” I said, making to follow them. “I think I might like him,” she said miserably.
With or without context- this is a Neha-thing and I love Homes for it! Question: is it self-centered for me to call something a Neha thing??? Cause I feel like others might think that, and the last thing I want to come off as is rude.
I hate feeling helpless. I’ll do anything to avoid it.
As I’ve told you before, I can fight for myself. So stop looking at me like I’m an object for your pity.”
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“How inconvenient,” I said. She, of course, ignored the sarcasm. “It was, wasn’t it?”
I bothered her about that, the way she picked at her food, and she’d eat a fry or two to appease me; ten minutes later, I’d bother her some more.
I mentioned that my favorite song was Nirvana’s “Heart-Shaped Box,” and an hour later, messing around on her violin, she played the opening measures of “Smells Like Teen Spirit.” I don’t think she realized she’d been doing it; when she caught my gaze, she jumped about a foot and slid directly into Bach’s “Allemanda.” (I learned the names of everything she played. She liked when I asked, and I liked to listen.)
In England, I was an American. Here, it was the opposite.
God help me. I couldn’t stay mad at her, even if she did turn out to be a cold-blooded killer. I was in way, way too deep.
It’s not your fault if you care too much about her. If you want impossible things. It couldn’t have been prevented, no matter your efforts.
“No,” Holmes said, grabbing my arm without looking at me. “Stay here.”
He always says yes to me.
