<font color=khaki><center><i>Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost..</i></font></center> -- ::: Remy and Shay's Apartment :::

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Date Posted: 00:12:32 10/17/06 Tue
Author: Remy
Subject: Seize the day or die regretting the time you lost..

(He had remained just as stone still and silent as she had, staring out the other window and trying not to think about it felt like his heart was breaking. He and Shay had been the best of friends long before they had fallen in love.. and well, it didnt feel like his world was right when they were fighting. When they got back to the apartment building, he quietly got out of the cab, suppressing the hiss of pain he wanted to let out and hobbling over to pay the cabbie before tucking the crutches under his arms and following her up to and inside the building, murmuring his thanks to the doorman that held the door for them both. The elevator ride was just as silent and he was feeling downright out of place as the doors opened on their private lobby and he went to open the door for her. Once they were inside, he let her take care of dismissing the nanny while he went over to the sofa and lowered himself gingerly down to sit, leaning over to get his shoes off. He hated this.. feeling unsure of himself and being in the doghouse at the same time. He missed his wife.. missed being able to go to her when he needed respite instead of feeling like his family was yet another place where he couldn't make it work. Maybe he wasn't dealing with his disorder properly anymore and it was time to go in for another evaluation.. but damnit, they made him feel like a fucking case when he went in. He was a fucking genius but he couldnt remember to call his wife once and a while.. or remain laid up when he had a series of bolts through his leg.. what the hell was wrong with him?)

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inside -- Shay, 00:17:31 10/17/06 Tue
- Inside -- Remy, 00:33:41 10/17/06 Tue
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      - inside -- Shay, 21:39:11 10/17/06 Tue
        Inside -- Remy, 22:43:37 10/17/06 Tue
        inside -- Shay, 23:03:44 10/17/06 Tue
        Inside -- Remy, 23:22:05 10/17/06 Tue
        inside -- Shay, 23:35:17 10/17/06 Tue
        Inside -- Remy, 23:44:22 10/17/06 Tue
        inside -- Shay, 00:11:16 10/18/06 Wed
        Inside -- Remy, 00:22:02 10/18/06 Wed