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Date Posted: Sat, Sep 16 2006, 12:39pm PDT
Author: Marc
Subject: He nodded in understanding. The funeral had been awful... everyone had been devistated, and seeing her tiny coffin being lowered into the ground had damn near killed him. They'd had a stone put on her grave a few weeks ago, and that had helped a little, and he seemed to pass by that way every day or so, making sure she was still save and leaving a daisy for her on the nicer days. "Is it helping? The phsyc?" He asked, "they're making me see one at work... wont let me come back till he gives me a clear bill of mental compitence or something..." He smirked a touch, bringing the glass to his nose to smell at it, before setting it down. His thumb still playing over the soft flesh of her hand idly, drawing comfort from her. He knew his mom had been round to see Ash a few times, cleared the air and appologised for her behaviour, taken her some food and such- his mom always seemed to see sence when it was too late.
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


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  • "I guess...I don't know. I guess it's just good to talk to someone about it all without being afraid of making them hurt more, you know?" She didn't like talking about how much she missed her baby girl around anyone else because it just made them even more sad and she didn't like to be the cause of that. She didn't want to increase anyone elses pain just to alleviate her own, she just wasn't that kind of person. A low breath escaped her lips as she shifted a little bit closer to him, the bar was getting a bit more crowded and loud and she wanted to be able to hear him clearly if/when he spoke to her. (NT) -- Ash, Sat, Sep 16 2006, 1:07pm PDT
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