He said they remember Budapest differently. It’s true.
She remembers sneaking into the building through disgusting sewers, tearing into the room with bullets grazing her. She remembers the dozen guards she had to kill. She remembers the sound the arms dealer’s neck made when she snapped it swiftly and efficiently.
He remembers how the humidity in the air darkened her hair and made it curl even more. He remembers how she moved, fluid and light. He remembers the spicy taste of her mouth and how she felt, falling asleep on her chest.
Submitted by spookybibi