[ She wasn't stalking him. Natasha gravitates. To her other self, to the variations of the people she knows. In this case — loved, until that love transformed into something else. Matt always had a way of knowing when she was around, no matter how silent she was, but Natasha doesn't bother with that. She very carefully takes his hand in hers and places it on the book she's holding. It's Pablo Neruda, in Braille. ]
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[ She wasn't stalking him. Natasha gravitates. To her other self, to the variations of the people she knows. In this case — loved, until that love transformed into something else. Matt always had a way of knowing when she was around, no matter how silent she was, but Natasha doesn't bother with that. She very carefully takes his hand in hers and places it on the book she's holding. It's Pablo Neruda, in Braille. ]
[ Sometimes, she's very sentimental. ]
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