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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 20:50:09 GMT -5
She hesitated, unsure. "I--I'm awfully tired, Mike..." She didn't notice the smile, she was too focused on the fact that she was convinced he was about to break up with her. Finally.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 20:52:09 GMT -5
"Then I'll carry you," he replied, standing up and scooping her up in his arms.
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 20:59:31 GMT -5
She gasped a little, looping her arms around his neck. "Michael, I--" She stared at him. He'd barely so much as hugged her in three weeks, and now he was carrying her up to the attic.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 21:06:20 GMT -5
Before they got halfway up, he paused. "Close your eyes."
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 21:07:14 GMT -5
She gave him a curious look, but sighed and did as she was told.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 21:30:10 GMT -5
He carried her the rest of the way up, then set her down gently on front of the painting.
"Okay..." he said cautiously. "You can open 'em."
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 21:32:56 GMT -5
She did, then clung to him when her eyes fell on the painting.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 21:43:52 GMT -5
He studied her, unable to gauge a reaction. "Do...do ya like it?"
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 21:46:50 GMT -5
Like it? It made her heart ache. "I--what--" She couldn't even get a thought out.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 21:48:35 GMT -5
He furrowed his brow, wondering if he should even tell her this next part. But he did anyway. "I painted it for you."
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 21:51:14 GMT -5
That made her head snap up to look at him, gaping. "You...for me??" She looked back at the painting. Then started to cry.
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 21:54:21 GMT -5
He shushed her, searching around for a tarp to cover it. "Maggie, it's okay, I'll throw it out." Was it really that awful?
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 22:05:13 GMT -5
"No! No, Michael, it's--" She turned her face up to him, grabbing his sleeve and whispering, like it was a shock, "You still love me..."
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Post by Skittery on Dec 29, 2011 22:10:11 GMT -5
His expression was one of extreme confusion as he looked down at her. "Well...of course I do..."
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Post by Script on Dec 29, 2011 22:11:27 GMT -5
She searched his face desperately for any sign that he might be lying to her. "I just--you've barely even looked at me...and you've lied about where you've gone...I--I thought for sure..."
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