All the air from her lungs is sighed out slowly. It’s a subject she doesn’t like to discuss— the single worst memory she can recall, the moment her entire life was shattered and her family broken apart —but she decides she’ll give it a try.
"He was inside the house at the time— honestly, I don’t know what for. Maybe to get something. Maybe to do some work…I never asked him. He felt horrible enough about it already. All I know is that he was gone for just a minute when it happened.
”Afterwards…I just remember him worrying a lot about me. I think I must’ve been in shock or something, because he asked me a thousand questions. What did I see, was I hurt, was I alright, was I listening to him. He seemed to be focusing his energy of getting me to safety than mourning her loss. I think I caught him crying a bit for a moment, but I might’ve imagined that.
”I’ve still got a few lapses in memory, but that’s more or less how it happened. I don’t know if he looked for her afterwards, or if he even knew who’d taken her. All he told me was that I wouldn’t get to see her anymore.”
[text]: can do
[text]: chocolate or strawberry?
[text]: What the hell are you saying?
[text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back?
[text]: Oops, I brought spandex instead of leather.
[text]: Come on if you’re coming.
[text]: Are we going to do this or what?
[text]: Tell me now..so how often have you had sex dreams about me?
[text]: Don’t get too comfortable.
[text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning?
[text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping?
[text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me?
[text]: Is there something I should know?
[text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol.
[text]: Is that suppose to be a threat?
[text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back.
[text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping.
[text]: I’m not going with you to see that.
[text]: EMERGENCY: BRING ICE CREAM
[text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens.
[text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation?
[text]: Soo..does that mean you feel the same way?
[text]: Just admit it..you missed me.
[text]: I was hoping you would go with me.
[text]: You’re dead meat.
[text]: How do you feel about a threesome?
[text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you.
[text]: We are not going there.
[ Yes I have!! And they’re absolutely wonderful— we’ve messaged a bit about starting something up
and hopefully we can if I actually get myself sign on somewhat regularly.
But yeah if anyone isn’t following you’re missing out on one hella quality blog. ]
"Somehow I doubt that. On my end it’s just been classes, tutoring, and the occasional mountain of homework. Not exactly my idea of fun conversation."
"You know, I think you might be right. But…I was busy, I’m sure you were busy— what can you expect?" There’s a little shrug of her shoulders. "And now we have a chance to catch up on everything, right?"