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Date Posted: Sat, Sep 16 2006, 11:37am PDT
Author: Ash
Subject: I'll be your crying shoulder, I'll be love's suicide
In reply to: Marcus Banks 's message, "
Running down corridors, through automatic doors,
Got to get to you, got to see this through,
I see hope disappear in a plastic box,
I've seen christmas lights reflect in your eyes.
" on Sat, Sep 16 2006, 11:31am PDT

She'd barely seen him in the nearly two months that had passed since their daughter had passed on, just here and there she would pass him or get a call from him but more often than not she was the one checking in on him. He had always been the strong one in their relationship, the one who had everything under control but now it seemed she was taking that title away from him. Then again, she had been preparing for Jessie's death since the day she had been diagnosed with cancer so she was a little more ept at dealing with her grief and her mourning. She knew they had done everything they could and that their little girl had had a wonderful and full life before she moved onto heaven. Now though, she had gotten a call from Kier as he left the strip due to the rain that Marc was down there and maybe could use some company. A soft breath escaped her lips as she looked around the dim establishment, shaking out her damp hair. She was dressed in a pair of destroyed jeans and a white cashmere sweater that clung to her frame and just looked oh so soft. A leather jacket was on over that but she had shed it as soon as she was in the place - it was a bit warm - and started walking around to find him. Finally, she spotted him at the bar and slid into the stool next to him silently, her eyes up on the 'tender as she ordered a coke.

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