Fics like when the heart would cease (ours never knew peace)

It begins, as most things do, rather innocuously. With a phone call. A phone call that shocks Francesca from her deep sleep, blinking confused and discombobulated in the dark. She registers her phone ringing on her nightstand with a jolt, and crawls out of the warm nest of blankets, flinging an arm over and answering without even glancing at the caller ID. Her voice is hoarse, brimming over with sleep as she clears her throat and mutters, “Hello?” “Frannie,” Michaela breathes on the other end. All of a sudden Francesca’s wide awake. Or: Michaela’s apartment floods. She moves in with Francesca until it gets fixed. And that should’ve been fine, right? But Francesca’s used to her simple, quiet routine -– bookstore job, piano on the weekends -– and, well, there’s nothing less routine, less controllable, than Michaela. Except maybe the feelings Michaela stirs up within her.

Fics like when the heart would cease (ours never knew peace)

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