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Post by mollie on Jun 28, 2009 2:47:41 GMT -5
  Mollie was anything but happy. In fact, she was so miserable, that there weren’t exactly any words to describe how horrible she was feeling. It was just pure misery, and she needed a way out. Just a few weeks before, Mollie had sworn she was the happiest she had ever been. And she actually thought she’d stay happy, which was clearly a total jerk. But then again, she had seriously changed. And it was all for just one person. Seven years ago, her mother arranged some lame play date type thing with her friend’s son, who happened to be blind. At first, she was a bit freaked out, but after they talked for a while, they actually got pretty close, and started hanging out a lot more. There was just something amazing about him and she was in awe with how strong the boy was. To say the least, she had a crush. He was so cute and innocent and sweet, and she wanted to do whatever it took to protect him. They were close for a few years, until she met her first boyfriend, Lennon. For about six months, they didn’t hang out all that much, but when she got dumped, she went back to Sammie.
After that, they were inseparable. She would go to his house and walk him places, and she’d always come back and walk him home. He depended on her, and that was just what she needed; she needed someone to depend on her, and need her. Those feelings for him grew stronger, and eventually, she confessed her undying love to him, and somehow, he loved her back. He obviously had no idea on how fucked up she was, considering she was addicted to pretty much everything, she slept around, and she was an emotional wreck. And really, she had completely and totally fallen in love. They spent pretty much every moment together, and finally, they had sex. It was probably the best sex she ever had, and even though it really wasn’t awesome sex (since it was his first time), it was the best ever just because she was having it with someone she felt something for.
And then the next morning, Mollie witnessed a miracle. Sammie opened his eyes, and could actually see her. She didn’t really believe him at first, but he looked her in the eyes, and she knew. In all honesty, it proved to her that there was actually a God, and she figured that she’d go to church or something. That just made things even better. The two actually had a stable, amazing relationship. But then something happened, and someone told Sammie that Mollie had been hanging out with her ex, Lennon, which was complete bullshit. Of course, Sammie believed the other person, and totally freaked out on Mollie, which resulted in her hiding in the bathroom for about twenty minutes. It really took a toll on everything, but they made up. He started having some serious jealousy issues, which absolutely exhausted poor little Mollie. He was always accusing her of cheating on him when she was with her guy friends, and the shit hit the fan when she invited him to hang out with her and her friend, Iggy. Poor Sammie’s jealousy flew through the roof, and the two got into the biggest fight yet, which ended in angry sex which led to them making up. Mollie had actually gotten a tattoo for Sammie a few days before the incident, and it was a tattoo of a penguin on her wrist (it was an inside thing between them). She thought things were going to get better, considering they discussed future plans which included getting married and having kids, but damn, she was wrong.
The next night, she came home, and Sammie was standing in her room all pissed off. He’d found her cigarettes, and she had found a picture of him smoking, so they both just… Blew up at each other. She’d been trying to clean up for him, and it was actually working, but the day before, she’d been so stressed and upset, that she had a cigarette. Then he proceeded to call her a liar and tell her that she had lied to him about other shit, and he ended up pushing her onto the floor, where she sprained her ankle. He told her to just go and kill herself because he didn’t care, and she told him that he’d probably be happy if she died, and he said he would be because he had given her nothing but grief since the day he met her. That clearly hurt the poor girl, and yet another guy had lied about loving her. She thought it was just another one of those fights, but after a few weeks, she realized it was over.
Today, she was feeling especially unhappy and alone. To say the least, Mollie didn’t exactly have many friends. In fact, she had none. The past few weeks, she had been locked up in her room, doing a whole lot of nothing, and just waiting for Sammie to come and tell her he was sorry so things could be better again. But at the same time, she was over it. No guy had ever caused her this much pain, and she wasn’t going to take him back if he treated her like shit and made her feel so bad about herself. And one day, she felt like doing something about it. So she got out of bed, grabbed a bottle of pills, and sat down on her floor. No one would really care if she was gone, and she’d hugged her mom before she left for work and told her she loved her, and that was the only goodbye she really needed. And really, she was doing all of this for Sammie. He had told her that he would’ve been happy if she had died, and now, all she wanted to do was make him happy. He was still the center of her universe, and it was a win-win situation for the two of them. She’d no longer have to feel the misery of being alone and unloved, and Sammie wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore. And he’d finally get his wish of her being gone. That’s all she wanted, really: For her Sammie to be happy. He wouldn’t have to get his ass kicked by Zed again, and he could just forget about her and move on, if he hadn’t already.
With a sad smile, she sat down on the floor, and got a handful of pills. She wasn’t really sure about the amount she needed to overdose, so she simply took the whole bottle and downed it all. The young lady took one last look of room, and saw her cat, Boots, lying close by. She offered the cat a dry smile and patted the top of its head, then kissed its nose, before she laid back on the carpet, closed her eyes, and waited to be dragged into unconsciousness, which didn’t take all that long. Finally, she could be at piece, and everyone would finally have her out of their lives. She figured she was doing the world a favor. It definitely wasn’t the way she wanted to die, but she really saw no other options. There definitely wasn’t any chance of her dying beside Sammie, and what was the point of life without him? Yeah, she was selfish, but she swore she was doing all of this for him. It had always been that way; everything she did was done for him.
She didn’t really remember anything after she passed out, but she did see the light. Mollie started going towards it, but just as she nearly got to the end, she was practically ripped away from it, and everything went dark. She could’ve been asleep for hours, days, maybe even weeks. She wasn’t sure. But eventually, she became aware of everything around her: the sounds of visitors and doctors, her heart monitor, everything. When she finally mustered up the energy, she opened those big, blue eyes of hers, and slowly looked around. This definitely wasn’t heaven, and it definitely wasn’t hell. Her (what she thought was) a good attempt at ending her life was a complete failure, and her eyes instantly filled up to the brim with tears. Her mother was going to be so disappointed, and she’d have to explain why she did what she did. Her head and stomach were killing her, and with a pathetic little whimper, she lifted a hand to her forehead, and closed her eyes. Then she realized she was alone, and that made her feel even worse. No one even cared to come see her, but obviously someone cared enough to save her. Or maybe she’d been so messed up that she called the ambulance herself. Right now, she just wanted the oh so inviting light she saw to come back and suck her in. She’d give anything for that.
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Post by samuel caleb truman on Jul 4, 2009 0:44:35 GMT -5
  you're not looking yourself today i can see it in the way[/font][/size] THAT YOUR HANDS SHAKE AND YOU[/color] know that you're no good for no one else but me, love .[/font][/size][/center] each repetitive beat of the machines felt like a knife to his back. like a pair of hands tightening around his throat. her life was hanging in the balance and it was all his fault. it all depended on these machines now. he couldn't even stop it from happening. though the doctors had told him time and time again that she would live. she'd be just fine. she might be a little uneasy for a few days. but in the end she'd be mollie. the mollie he'd always known and loved, that was exactly what the said. as if they knew what kind of mollie he'd always known and which kind of mollie he'd loved. they had no idea. and he hated them for that. he hated them for not having a clue and pretending like they did. he hated them for telling him he wouldn't be able to see his own face, his own house, his own mother, his own mollie for the rest of his godforsaken life. he hated that they lied. that they had no fucking clue and that because of that he was here now. waiting for yet another thing they said to be proven false. waiting for the beeping to stop and her heart monitor to go flat. waiting for it to all be over. because then he could hate them some more. then he could blame them for his grief. as if he wasn't already in so much pain. seeing her hooked up like that. to those machines. with all those wires and needles and patches of gauze, it didn't look right. that wasn't mollie. that was something else. and he did it to her. fuck, he hated himself right now. he did that to her. his mollie. his. mollie. his.
it was almost too much. sitting in this room. he felt like he was suffocating. he felt like there was hardly any air left to breath. though he was the only one left in the room. her parents had left hours ago. and the normal visiting hours were over. but there was that one lounge chair in the corner of her room. they said he could stay there if he must. and he insisted. the least they could give him was that. they owed him that. they all did. he wasn't leaving her. she was his. his responsibility. anything that happened to her happened because of him. his parents had been by earlier, just a few minutes. his mom had started crying and asking him why, why, why, why would mollie do this to herself? i just didn't make sense. and he found it funny. he would've thought the same thing too. had she done this and he had never been able to see. he would've thought it was such a strange thing for mollie bakers to do. she hadn't been that kind of person to him. not until he could see. not until she had to tell him the truth. he secretly hated his mom for it. that she was acting as if the accident killed her. like she was so distraught because mollie, her son's girlfriend--or so she thought--almost died. his mother never liked mollie. she never said one good thing about mollie. he thought she was a bad influence. she tried to keep her away from him. she could never do that. mollie belonged to him. no one could ever do that. no one could ever take her away. miles apart and she still belonged to him. dead or alive and they were made for each other. blind or able to see. attached to machines or lounging in armchairs. they were two of a kind. made to be together. penguins.
it was too much. right now. it had suddenly become too much. he sighed, heavily, rubbing at his eyes and pushed himself up out of the chair. his first instinct took his feet to her bedside and he leaned over, "mollie i'm going to get something to eat now. ok, baby?" he rubbed her forhead absently, brushing the hair from her face, making sure her skin was still warm. "i'm just going to get a snack, i promise. i'll be back." his voice was soft, hushed, like the so many times they'd spent huddled together under the sheets, limbs entwined, naked or clothed, it never really mattered. as long as they were together. "i'm not leaving. i promise..." he leaned forward and lightly kissed her forhead. "i'm not going anywhere, i promise." he rested his forhead on hers a few moments, breathing in her scent. it wasn't her scent. at all. this was the scent of the drugs she'd been under so heavily the last few days. this wasn't mollie at all. "i love you, molls." he breathed and straightened, watching her a moment more before shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, rounding her bed and heading out the door, lingering just a few moments more to look back at her. almost as though he was expecting her to wake up any moment, and he had to be on his guard. he wanted to be there when it happened. but he needed a break. from guard duty. from lounging in that chair. from the beeping and the stale air. he needed a break. he finally let her go, feeling a strong tug on his heart, and rounded the corner, heading for a collection of vending machines down the hall.
he could remember it so... vividly. it scared him. he was just coming over to see how she was. that had been all. to see if she was eating. to see if she was sleeping. to make sure she really was alone, though that wasn't fair for her. but he couldn't help it. no one else had rights to her. only him. she was his. for the keeping. no matter what. but he just wanted to make sure she was still alive. she was still ok. she didn't need anything. he'd take care of her, he would. if she needed it, if she wanted it. but he couldn't be there for her. they couldn't do that anymore. not if she kept lieing to him. not if he couldn't trust her. he wouldn't be able to live with himself if they went through just one more fight. if he yelled her name just one more time, in vain. if he ever thought about harming her again. he wouldn't be able to stand himself. he'd probably end up in a hospital. but he hadn't expected what he saw. no, he hadn't at all. he'd walked right on in, he knew where the key was. and he hadn't expected her to change that spot. she hadn't. he pulled it out, turned the lock and pushed the door open. he let his voice echo between the walls once, twice, three times before hearing boots. the cat came running from the hallway to his feet, rubbing against his legs. her meows were nonstop. he took it as a sign that she really had missed him. so he bent down and pet her, expecting mollie to follow soon after. but as soon as he'd reached the cat she started to scamper off. she walked a bit and turned around and meowed at him. amused he followed. but something.. didn't feel right. something didn't smell right.
when he first saw her laying there his immediate response was that she was sleeping. but then... he saw it. the bottle. the fucking empty bottle of pills. laying right next to her. and that was when it clicked. and that was when he went hysterical. "no. nonono. no. nonononononono. no. no. no mollie no." he'd repeated himself so many times. so many fucking times. like he'd expected it all to just shrug it's shoulders and reverse itself upon his request. his neverending no's. "no mollie, nonono, molls. no. don't do this. mollie, please.
[/b]" he'd fallen to her side like a man whipped to his knees, and scooped her up in his arms, feeling her pulse holding her close. kissing her eyes, her nose, her forhead, her hair, her hands, her fingers anything he could get his lips on. " no baby, please. baby don't do this. mollie, no. not now. no please. nonono. i need you. mollie, christ, don't do this. wake up, baby, wake up.[/color]" that was when the tears began. the never ending stream of tears. they stained his cheeks and soaked her hair. they dripped onto her clothing and his. they drenched the two of them. and he continued that for what seemed like minutes. begging with her. pleading with her to stop it. begging her to just wake up. telling her this wasn't right, she couldn't do this, he needed her. he had been so... terrified. he couldn't even think. as far as he was concerned his life was over. or it should have been. it continued for moment after moment before he realized that she was still breathing. she did still have a heartbeat. he laid her back down gently, phoned an ambulance. he'd spoken for hours with doctor after doctor, nurse after nurse. answered questions like, who was he, how did he know her, where and how did he find her. he phoned her mom, his mom. he watched her. he continued his silent pleas. he hadn't slept one blink or eaten anything until now. now. now, as he walked back from the machines, a bag of smart pop popcorn in his hand and a clear soda to wash it down with. dinner of champions. he wasn't a champion. he didn't deserve anything. his eyes remained glued on the nutritional facts as he rounded the last corner and entered her room. " i'm back, baby. just like i said i'd be. got some popcorn. you know..." his voice continued like this for a few moments as he worked his jacket off, in front of his chair, his eyes still glued intently to the bag of popcorn. after the layer had been shed he picked up both the bag and the soda and headed to her side, " it only cost a couple bucks, which surprises me i--[/color]" finally he looked up to see two eyes staring right back at him, the bag of popcorn complained as his fingers tightened on it involuntarily. " mollie." he stated simply, a look of complete shock on his face. " you're..." finally a smile broke out and he quickly dropped the food stuffs at the end of her bed, making it quickly to the head and scooping her up in his arms. he obviously wasn't thinking straight. what if she didn't want to be manhandled by him right now. maybe she couldn't even remember him. " thank god, mollie. you scared me shitless, baby. oh my god. thank god, imissedyousomuch. ohmygod." he held on tightly rocking her ever so slightly. and honestly, he could care less if she remembered him. it only mattered that she was still alive. that she was still his. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by mollie on Jul 15, 2009 14:48:46 GMT -5
There was no doubt in Mollie’s mind that Sammie was the one that she waned to be with for the rest of her life. I mean, they already had their lives completely and totally planned out. They were going to get married, have kids, and live happily ever after. She just didn’t exactly know where she went wrong; what made him so angry with her. Because really, she dropped pretty much everything for him. She had no friends, she didn’t really talk to her mom, and the only person she ever really talked to was Sammie. So when they broke up, she was completely and totally lost. And all of a sudden, she didn’t know what she was going to do with her life. She was so dead set on it revolving around Sammie, but now, that couldn’t happen. It was as if she was the Earth, and the sun had just fizzled out without warning, even though there was plenty of warning. But it wasn’t like she could do anything to stop it from happening; no matter what she did, she was going to lose Sammie either way.
She knew that she wasn’t exactly a good girl, but she didn’t think she did anything horrible enough to deserve this. It wasn’t like she hit any of her boyfriends, and she definitely didn’t say that she wanted any of them dead. So why did the asshole called God turn sweet, innocent, perfect Sammie into such an asshole? She really didn’t mind his jealousy issues, but she did mind the fact that he didn’t like her even talking to other guys. And the fact that he got…Violent made it all worse. She didn’t understand what made him stop loving her. Even after Lennon broke up with her, she wasn’t this heartbroken and lost. I mean, at least she had friends that helped her feel better and supported her. And all she had now was Stella, who hadn’t even been around lately. She was too busy with the guy she liked, anyway.
She glanced up, and saw all of the IVs she was hooked up to. Her lower lip began to quiver, and she closed her eyes, and she let out a shaky sigh. Maybe the past few weeks had been an awful dream. Maybe she had been outside, minding her own business, and got heat stroke or something. Yeah, that was totally it. She was still with Sammie, they were still madly in love with each other, and he never hurt her in the first place. She hadn’t overdosed, and everything was the way it should’ve been. But… if everything was how it was supposed to be, then Sammie would be there with her right now. He’d be sitting there holding her hand, and telling her everything would be okay. So it definitely wasn’t a dream; it was a nightmare that she was never going to wake up from.
Her heart practically stopped beating when she saw the familiar figure enter the room, and her breath caught in her throat. So he did care enough to see her; to make sure she was okay. And he called her baby. Her spirits were quickly rising, and she almost smiled. Almost. The fact that he was talking to her as if things had never changed absolutely melted Mollie’s heart, and she just wanted to crawl out of bed and jump into his arms. He still made her feel the same, and she was just… so happy until she remembered why she was here. She gripped the blanket to her hospital bed tightly, and tried her best to not burst into tears. He finally noticed her, and she offered him a sad smile, before lifting her hand in a wave. "Hi, [/color]" She managed to croak out, her voice cracking. And before she knew it, she was in his arms for the first time in… weeks. This was her penguin, her soul mate. She allowed herself to break down, and she hugged him close, just because it was probably her last time having him this close. Her small frame shook with sobs, and she rubbed the back of his neck with one hand, the other running through his hair. She buried her face into the side of his head, and she inhaled his scent, and just tried to remember everything about this moment. Because like I said, it would probably be the last moment Mollie had with her Sammie. She hated to seem so weak, but she really couldn’t help it. She was overwhelmed by every emotion ever. After kissing him wherever she could (which happened to be on the eyebrow), she sniffled, and bit down on her lower lip. " How-how long was I out for?[/color]” All she wanted to do right now was kiss him and pull him into bed with her and fix things, but she knew that there were issues that they couldn’t fix on their own. They needed some sort of counseling. " I’m so sorry, Sammie. So sorry…[/color]” She trailed off and pulled away so she could look up at him. " I just… you just told me that you’d be happy if I died. And…and all I wanted to do was make you happy. I’m so sorry.[/color]” As soon as she said that, she bursted into tears all over again, and she rolled over so she wasn’t looking at him. She was just so damn embarrassed, and she knew that at this point, things weren’t going to get fixed. " I just thought it’d fix everything.[/color]” All she wanted right now was some reassurance and comforting. status[/color]: doneee finally. tag[/color]: sammie/manda <3 lyrics[/color]: simple enough - nevershoutnever outfit[/color]: hospital gown? rofl music[/color]: go get her - this century word count[/color]: 934 [/center][/blockquote] [/size] |
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Post by samuel caleb truman on Jul 22, 2009 19:59:25 GMT -5
you're not looking yourself today i can see it in the way [/font][/size] THAT YOUR HANDS SHAKE AND YOU[/color] know that you're no good for no one else but me, love .[/font][/size][/center] knowing mollie back when he had been blind, which... wasn't exactly 'back' seeing as how he'd only regained in a month or so ago, but the point was that knowing her then hadn't been this complicated. it had never been this hard. never. they just kinda... saw each other. ok well... he didn't see her, she saw him. which made him all the more nervous. think about it. two teenagers, or not even that. eleven year olds. no scratch that, an eleven year old and a nine year old. yeah, imagine that. but still. nine or eight. sammie was still aware that she was a girl. that she was slightly smaller when he clung to her as opposed to a male. that she smelt ten times better than them too. that her voice was about fifteen decibals higher. that her hair was longer. though he'd never really touched it until recently. or... within the last few months. the day he saw her really. he first saw her. but this is way, way off track. the point was... when he couldn't see sam hadn't been so... well... mean. yes, he was aware of his issues. he was. but he'd been so afraid when he couldn't see. when mollie was his eyes. his transportation. his judge. his... everything. literally. sammie couldn't function without her. ever. hell, he'd often get lost and just have to settle for sitting where he was, in hopes that molls would walk by and notice him. and she almost always did. always. she was always there. she had never failed him. not once. and she had yet to.
but he'd failed her. he'd failed her a lot. he never trusted her. he was an asshole to her when he couldn't see, despite how much she did for him. he was a jerk to her when he could see, never believing a word she said. and he'd even driven himself to think that he didn't want to believe a word she said. but how could that be possible? she literally was his everything. from the moment he'd laid eyes on her. god. was there even anything more beautiful than that? that face? those eyes. to sam, mollie was prettier than the night sky. more glorious than a waterfall. more naturally beautiful than a beach side paradise. she was a site for sore eyes. and god, were his eyes sore the first time he saw her. the first time he'd been able to see in years. and god was he thankful he got to see her. he was able. what if he'd been in his own house? in his own room? staring at the blank walls, the decorations that were still up from when he was an eleven year old boy. god, why hadn't his mom moved that shit by now? gah, that was besides the point. the point was the moment would've been severely disappointing if he hadn't woken up to her face. god he loved that face. every perfectly sized pore, every tanned cenimeter. her eyes, it was like falling in love all over again every time he looked in them. it hurt him to think of them when he'd thought he'd lost her, it really had. he loved that body. every inch of it. and not just because he's a guy and that's what he's 'after'. he'd loved her body before he could see her... remember? she was so beautiful. she fit him to perfectly. and she didn't get that. she didn't see that. she was so unaware of her perfection. ok, maybe she wasn't perfect to anyone else... but to samuel... molls was as perfect as it got. she was the epitome of perfection. she was an angel. no. fucking. lies.
ok, yeah, when he was younger sam honestly didn't think of mollie that way. she was a girl. that was all. she was his guide. thier mothers knew eachother somehow. that... he'd never bothered to ask about. but they did. somehow. and supposedly, after spending weeks in his room depressed as hell about his condition and his fathers death... her mom had decided to bring molls over. that was the first time he saw... no scratch that... that was the first time sammie met mollie. and they'd been insperable since. no matter how much he might've wanted to tell himself... he couldn't live without her. he needed her. and that was that. in the time they'd known each other he'd built up such a trust in her that anyone else taking care of him didn't seem like much of a possibility at all. where had all of that trust gone? where had the fear in him gone? where had he gone? he'd lost himself in his ability to see again. he'd lost all trust in her from learning that perhaps... she wasn't everything she was cracked up to be. but honestly... if he'd known he could keep something from her with the complete knowledge that she'd never find out... he would. who wouldn't? that was all he had been doing... right? sure. he couldnt' blame her for that. but still... had he really gone as far as to hit her? honestly? his mollie? his baby? she got it. she belonged to him. so why didn't he trust her with any other guy? could he really keep her from having guy friends? the insane amount of jealousy he felt even when guy nurses walked into the room to check on her was too suffocating. he often had to force himself to leave the room. which, even then, was a feat in and of itself. the knowledge that any other guy was even touching her, looking at her... was painful to him. she was his. his to touch. his to, finally, look at. his to love. his. all his. his mollie.
so how... in the fucking world could he ever say the things he did to her? how could he? and still live with himself? it didn't seem like a possibility. and it wasn't. every step that he took, every breath that he breathed, every site that he saw he hated himself more. for putting mollie where she was. in this bed. hooked up to all these wires. potentially never to get up again. though she seemed to be doing just fine right now. which he thanked god continuously for in his mind. but she thought... she thought this would make it all better? she thought her... not existing would make him happy? he swallowed slowley at the thought. mollie... not exisiting. it was a terrifying thought. he couldn't even think what to say, what to do with himself. how could that ever even be a possibility? he couldn't imagine it. he couldn't fathom taht. she was made for him. and vice versa. her not exisiting would throw the world off balance. her not being there... he might as well not be there as well. losing her would be like losing the will to keep breathing, the ability to involuntarily pump blood through your veins. it gave him a restless feeling. and all he wanted was every inch of her in his grasp, right fucking now. he didn't know what he would do without it. he leaned back and looked at her, at had resting itself on his stomach. and he unconciously absorbed, and adored, the steady up and down motion. her breathing. her heart still working. whatever was happening underneath those blankets, that skin right there... it was precious to him. he worshipped it, if only because it was allowing him to see those eyes again.
"mollie..." he didn't know what to say. 'i didn't mean it?' 'i love you?' 'i was lying?' all of that seemed inadequate. he needed to prove to her right now that he loved her. but he couldn't even think of a way to mend what he'd done. the damage had been done. in a sort of anxious state that washed over him like a wave upon the shore, he reached out and touched her calf, his hand moving up her leg, his eyes following it ever so slowly before he looked up at her again, his hand resting on her hipbone. "baby, losing you would be the worst thing that could ever... happen to me.
[/color]" that was all he could say. in all honesty. and he wasn't good with words, and he wasn't sweet or poetic. he was just honest. dead honest. she was a part of him. they could only exist in coexistence. they didn't work without eachother. it was a wonder he'd made it to age eleven. though he obviously didn't make it that far without some battle scars. " if you want to make me happy... please... just keep breathing.[/color]" he leaned forward placing his forhead on hers and holding the side of her face in his hand, his free hand still on her opposite hip. he just wanted to know that she was still alive. that he still had her with him. that he wasn't alone. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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