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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 21:50:59 GMT -5
Her bottom lip trembled and she closed her eyes. She wanted to blame him, make it all his fault, like he said.
But she couldn't.
It was her fault, too. Maybe more so. Because she should have known better.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 22:59:43 GMT -5
He hesitantly wrapped an arm around her, not sure if she was mad at him or what... "Maggie, please," he whispered, not quite sure what he was begging for. "Mags..."
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 23:02:07 GMT -5
She let out a shaky breath, allowing herself to lean into his touch. "I'm--I'm just so--I feel so stupid. This wasn't supposed to happen. Daddy'll--" She stopped, unable to finish the thought.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 23:05:33 GMT -5
"Kill ME, that's what he's gonna do," he finished the sentence for her, muttering. "And you shouldn't feel stupid... I'm the one who forgot. I'm the one who didn't do what I was supposed to do. Don't be mad at yourself, baby. Be mad at me, but not yourself."
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 23:07:39 GMT -5
She sniffled. "I can't be mad at you, Mike. You--you're being so nice about it. You oughta' just run and pretend it's not yours."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 23:10:51 GMT -5
"I don't see why that's what I oughta do. My mother taught me to take responsibility for my actions, not to pretend they never happened," he informed her, kind of hurt that she even suggested it.
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 23:12:07 GMT -5
She looked down at her lap, ashamed she'd even said it. "I just...I don't want to ruin your life, Mike. You deserve better than that, after everything you've done for me."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 23:14:45 GMT -5
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Skittery let out a chuckle. "Mags, my life has already been a hellhole up until I met you. A baby's not going to ruin my life, I promise you."
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 23:16:46 GMT -5
"I--I didn't make things worse? With all my drama and baggage and--" She bit her lip, looking up at him with wet eyes.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 23:21:54 GMT -5
He rolled his eyes, chuckling still. "Mags, when are you gonna learn that I actually really like you for who you are? I'm not making this stuff up, honestly."
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Post by Script on Dec 7, 2011 23:24:04 GMT -5
She blinked at him, chewing her lip, then buried her face in his neck, mumbling into it. "The night of the ball...something else happened..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 7, 2011 23:25:10 GMT -5
His heart stopped. "What? What happened?" Had he murdered someone?!
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Post by Script on Dec 8, 2011 0:05:09 GMT -5
She wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling against his chest because it made her feel better. "I--I told you something...you don't remember...but I do..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 8, 2011 15:36:12 GMT -5
"What did you tell me?" he asked, his voice soft as he hugged her back.
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Post by Script on Dec 8, 2011 18:19:08 GMT -5
"I--I..." her lip trembled and she whispered the rest. "I told you that--that I loved you..."
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