IC: Captive Pt:1"You're up early," Sage observed as his wife was leaving the bed. The sound of his voice made her pause in her steps. "Uh... just have to use the bathroom... sorry for waking you," she lied too well for him to notice. "Hmmm..." he hummed back in reply, suspicious of her. "What? I always get up early?" Christina asked as she finally got out of bed. "Never before me though," Sage replied, raising his upper body up by leaning on his elbows. "I'll be right back, go on back to sleep," she replied back, leaning over him to quickly share a kiss. "Five minutes, alright?" she had a small smile as she pulled back and gazed into his eyes. "Alright..." he sighed, his hand unmoving from her face for a few moments as his thumb caressed her cheek. She placed her hand over his, entwining their fingers together, then dropped both of their hands. She glanced over her shoulder at Sage once more as she headed towards the dresser. Christina turned her head to look before her, as she quickly and "lazily" drMore Like This
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"I feel old."
"You’re just tired, Patty…"
For over three months he had been repeatedly saying she was ‘just’ tired, as if a good night of sleep could improve the state of her health. It was a lie. A reassuring lie. They both knew it.
"No. I feel… old," she said again lying in bed, her hands accentuating her words.
And Thomas almost smiled.
"You know, my love", he replied while brushing locks of hair from her sweaty forehead, “the first time I stared at you, really stared at you, your eyes captivated me."
Those eyes frowned slightly.
"What do you mean?"
"Their deep hazel color, and… I know it will sound odd, but", evaluating the most truthful words to express his idea, he paused, “I could read dozens of lives in them."
"For a Cartesian mind like yours, it is indeed surprising…" Martha whispered in a giggle.
"In some cultures and civilizations, it is indeed plausible," the lawyer retorted with amusement. “It