<font color="CC66CC">Not a day had passed that she hadn't been thinking of him - hoping and wishing that he would at least give her a call to let her know he was okay - but still, she was a strong, independent girl, and so she hadn't just hidden in her room and cried through all her days and nights without him. Instead, she had busied herself with school and other activities - work, baby-sitting for Mikayla, friends - and tried her hardest not to let her broken heart consume her whole world. Life kept her on her feet and kept her mind distracted, so imagine her surprise when she wandered into the lodge that night in search of a missing book, and instead found his familiar face. Her brows furrowed deeply as if she were trying to comprehend the sight, her full lips pursed into a confused frown, and her fingers shoved slowly into the front pockets of her tattered and faded jeans, bunching her shoulders up a bit and making her look just as uncertain as she was feeling...</font> -- RD Present: Caf� Brio

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Date Posted: Thu, Aug 18 2005, 9:44pm PDT
Author: Madison
Subject: Not a day had passed that she hadn't been thinking of him - hoping and wishing that he would at least give her a call to let her know he was okay - but still, she was a strong, independent girl, and so she hadn't just hidden in her room and cried through all her days and nights without him. Instead, she had busied herself with school and other activities - work, baby-sitting for Mikayla, friends - and tried her hardest not to let her broken heart consume her whole world. Life kept her on her feet and kept her mind distracted, so imagine her surprise when she wandered into the lodge that night in search of a missing book, and instead found his familiar face. Her brows furrowed deeply as if she were trying to comprehend the sight, her full lips pursed into a confused frown, and her fingers shoved slowly into the front pockets of her tattered and faded jeans, bunching her shoulders up a bit and making her look just as uncertain as she was feeling...
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He looked up, his eyes meeting hers before dropping to the ground. Quiet shame was written all over his usually confident - if somewhat angsty - features as he attempted to meet her eyes yet again. One hand lifted to his arm, rubbing absently in an age old tell tale sign of his activities. He was a failure, couldn't even stay clean long but he wasn't in any danger of over dosing or anything like that. He was much more comfortable then he had been before. Hell, he was a professional user now, like that was something to brag about. He took a slow breath, biting his lower lip absently before he tipped his head to the side and tried to watch her. (NT) -- Brandon, Thu, Aug 18 2005, 9:50pm PDT