It took a while

For her to admit it.

She stroked, one by one, the square keys her fingers knew so well

faded letters rubbing acrosssss

the pads of her fingers and oh, how she loved the feeling of the once-sharp edges against her skin.

A few clicks from the mouse, until he told her, oh, spit it out already

And she sighed, a faded yellow, resigned sound and threw her arms into the air

Okay, fine, you win. I haven't written a thing in weeks...