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This Is An Open Post for Allison Hargreeves. Please Post Your Starters, Prompts, Texts, etc. Here!

[ There was still ten years of it, he thinks, but doesn't say. Instead tries to kick himself out of it, the subtle malaise that occasionally sinks its teeth in whenever he thinks of how much time they'd lost. The wrong choice he'd made. The resulting years she'd spent with others who weren't him. Stop fucking moping, Luther. ]

When are you heading home?

[ If only he knew, if there was some way to tell him, that every night she'd spent away from him she'd stared up at the moon and thought of him... Luther had never really been gone for Allison. He's always been present in her thoughts and in her heart. ]

I'm in a cab now. The Macarena is on the radio!

[ He is never, ever going to be over how cute this woman is. Too bad he struggles to bring himself to say anything openly about it, but he's still smiling fondly as he texts— ]

Try not to dance along to it in the cab, huh?

I make no prommises

I bet it's in your head now.

Completely stuck. You're incorrigible.

That's what they say.

If tihs was a movie we'd be dancing right now.

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