a wide-eyed wanderer - fic: There's a ghost in my lungs

You remembered a time when you couldn't read her; now it was like opening up a familiar book, maybe one you had loved as a child. There was a calming effect, a warmth, to watching her practiced movements, the ones you had memorized over time ... To have the same job for over a year, to owning a house instead of staying in a dumpy apartment building or a beat-down hotel room. But you supposed it all boiled down to her. She had gotten you to stay, out of pity, you had said. ...