Shoulders tense. Limbs feel like rocks, weighted, wrong.
"Five years."
He stares at the broken glass. Her shock fills the room. He doesn't know what Elena feels. He doesn't know what he wants her to feel. It never would have come out right, would it? People ask him about the fifties, and he shrugs and makes a light comment as if the 50s didn't feel like a hundred or so years crammed into five, as if those five years didn't change the rest.
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Shoulders tense. Limbs feel like rocks, weighted, wrong.
"Five years."
He stares at the broken glass. Her shock fills the room. He doesn't know what Elena feels. He doesn't know what he wants her to feel. It never would have come out right, would it? People ask him about the fifties, and he shrugs and makes a light comment as if the 50s didn't feel like a hundred or so years crammed into five, as if those five years didn't change the rest.