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Mar 17, 2004 20:17

Sitting in the huge study, of the mansion he had rented in the hope that Victoria would leave London and come and stay with him. Or at least thats what he thought at the time. It seems so very long ago now, as though spending time with her is a warm brief interlude in his life where everything was right and anything was possible ( Read more... )

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randy_harrison_ March 17 2004, 14:17:54 UTC
That was so beautiful. Hope that you two find your way back to one another.

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dbeckham_07 March 17 2004, 14:28:24 UTC
I hope so too, well obviously and thank you.

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randy_harrison_ March 17 2004, 14:32:16 UTC
You're very welcome.

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dbeckham_07 March 17 2004, 14:40:21 UTC
It's still nice to know someone else is hoping for me. Gives me a little more I don't know umpff to try that little bit more.

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skater_sasha March 19 2004, 10:17:35 UTC
David - it's Sasha...Can you call me ASAP *groans* It's REALLY important...you SO gotta call before I'm like married to some other guy - PLEASE NOW...you know the number I think...PLEASE CALL ASAP - I'm like begging here now...PLEASE

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dbeckham_07 March 19 2004, 10:25:01 UTC
Recieving notification via his cell phone that there's a reply to his post he lets his phone log on line, reading her reply.

Running a hand through his long blonde hair pushing it up out of his face, a slightly confused look creeping over his face.

I wish I could call you Sasha but at the moment I'm stuck in training, I know that seems like an extremely lame excuse when you're obviously so distressed but unfortunately I'm stuck here for the next hour or so. Try to play some calming music and .. evade this strange man?

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skater_sasha March 19 2004, 10:28:16 UTC
This isn't funny...*tries to calm down* With my luck we're like gonna be married *screams* Pick up you phone sometime *groans* Or like tell them you have to go early or something *groans* Just call me when you get to it...PLEASE *groans and slaps head pouring another shot of tequilla and downing it* Please God don't have me married within the week...

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dbeckham_07 March 19 2004, 10:31:23 UTC
Frowning a little, worrying that some psychotic weirdo is stalking her and unable to do a thing about it.

I will I promise and just who is this person thats threatening to have you married within the week? Maybe I should get in contact with the police for you if you're too frightened of him to do so yourself?

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soposhvictoria March 21 2004, 23:09:05 UTC
Sunlight makes its way past the blinds of her semi-closed shades, finding their way to her mocha-colored skin as she lies in her silk nightgown in bed. Her head is softly resting on a randomly placed pillow, and her eyes are gazing towards her laptop which conveniently sits near her. On the screen, she sees the words David has typed into his journal, and a tear escapes the corner of her eyes which are smeared with the heavy eyeliner she wore the night before. She inhales deeply, before rising, and finding in her mind just what she wishes to say to the man who was the greatest love of her life.

David. I can't think of what to say to you in this moment, except that I still love you. I was hurt so deeply by even the thought of you, the man that I loved with every part of me even thinking about that little wench. I probably reacted hastily about everything, but you have to understand what I felt when I thought you had given up all that we had for a night of fun with some tramp.

She wipes another tear that streams down her face, smearing ( ... )

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