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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 18:25:37 GMT -5
She sighed, but didn't say anything else. He clearly didn't want to share with her. She wasn't going to push him.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 18:29:51 GMT -5
"I'll bring you back a sandwich from Tibby's, okay?" he asked softly, kissing the top of her head.
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 18:31:58 GMT -5
She nodded, sighing. "Okay...I--I'll see you later, then..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 18:37:27 GMT -5
He hugged her once more before slipping out of bed and heading for the door. Once he felt the freezing air hit his face, the tears slipped out of his eyes.
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 18:43:05 GMT -5
((God, they are so tragic!))
As soon as Skittery was gone, Script curled herself against a pillow and cried. She'd lost everything that mattered to her in the world. And now she was losing Michael.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 18:47:31 GMT -5
((I love it!))
He roamed the streets, walking wherever...he didn't really care. And he didn't care if his nose was numb from the cold. He didn't really care about anything anymore. The baby... He had been looking forward to it. He and Maggie were excited. They'd picked out names. They were saving money. And now it was gone.
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 18:52:35 GMT -5
Maggie had fallen asleep. It wasn't until her stomach growled with hunger that she woke up and realized it was dark out. And that Michael had never come back.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 18:55:06 GMT -5
He walked in the door at just that moment, stomping the snow off his boots. It had taken him longer than expected to pull himself together enough to go into Tibby's and not lose his shit. He'd managed to get a sandwich, though, and he went into the infirmary to give it to her.
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 18:57:00 GMT -5
She couldn't even pretend that she hadn't been crying. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks tear stained.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 19:02:21 GMT -5
Which is exactly why he preferred to cry outside. It was so damn cold outside, everyone just thought his red eyes and nose were due to the weather.
"Here ya go, baby. I got you turkey with extra cheese." He set the bag on the bedside table, hardly meeting her eyes.
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 19:04:09 GMT -5
When she spoke, it came out barely above a whisper. "Why were you gone so long?"
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 19:08:46 GMT -5
He looked at the clock on the wall and shrugged. "Didn't seem like long. It was pretty crowded at Tibby's."
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 19:12:15 GMT -5
She stiffened and laid back down, rolling onto her side, looking away from him. "You don't need to keep lying to me, Michael."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 19:15:48 GMT -5
He closed his eyes, trying not to cry again. "I'm gonna go up to bed. I'll see you in the morning. I love you, Maggie. I really do."
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 19:17:02 GMT -5
Maggie did start crying again. "You--you don't want to stay with me..?"
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