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Date Posted: 03.14
Author: Gia/Griogair
Subject: Inside
In reply to: Skeeter/Wallace 's message, "inside" on 03.14

(She had closed her eyes and buried her face in her knees as she fought the tears that were welling inside her.. angry and violated and defeated tears that were burning in her chest and dampening her eyelashes. She felt like she wasn't the same person anymore, that she was of no use to a man like Skeeter now that she was damaged goods. When she heard his voice, she looked up, sniffing back the evidence of her hurt and pasting on a soft expression.) Thanks. (She said, letting her eyes wander over him, aching to seek solace in him while at the same time feeling a bit afraid of being in the arms of a man again.) (He shook his head at his father's typical snide remark on his dry welcome. The man had to know he wasn't particularly endeared to him.. and sometimes Griogair wondered why he bothered trying to impress the father that would never be a father to him.. Sighing, he leaned on one of the wooden columns that held the balcony up and looked out over the ocean. Bluidy perfect. What the hell do ye want me to do now, then? He reached into his pocket for his cigarettes, then barely hid a groan when he remembered he had quit three days earlier.. god he needed a smoke when his dad called.)

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