Beep: Clay! I can't do this anymore, I just fucking can't. You haven't been home at all, god it feels like forever this time around. I try, I really try! I wanna try, because I fucking love you. I do. Just--I can't do this anymore. I am sorry!
[oh, Jenna. He had just been about to call you, apologise for not keeping in touch for a while. When he missed the call and it went to message - Clay had been pleasantly surprised. But then, standing there frozen in his hallway as he heard her on the other end.. it had turned to cold horror. And he had to lean back to the wall, tip his head back in a slow, ease of breath. Oh. Now what, Miller?]
Sowwy bb, but they shall make it through, and make it right :)
[Jenna was packing her things and collecting the kitten she had adopted as well as the small dog she began to foster. With her life teetering on normalcy for a while, and being able to go back to school as well as her job working with those kids. And a possible newer job translating for this doctor's aged mother who needed help with her husband. He was in a hospice, and she did not speak English. Jenna had begun to feel a false sense of goodness, happiness, completeness, and safety. Yet, Clay hadn't been around, in felt like forever this time and there had been little to no communication. May be an email here or there, some messages. No real communication though. It felt like she was swallowing razor blades because she was trying not to cry here, but that wasn't happening.]
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Beep: Clay! I can't do this anymore, I just fucking can't. You haven't been home at all, god it feels like forever this time around. I try, I really try! I wanna try, because I fucking love you. I do. Just--I can't do this anymore. I am sorry!
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[Jenna was packing her things and collecting the kitten she had adopted as well as the small dog she began to foster. With her life teetering on normalcy for a while, and being able to go back to school as well as her job working with those kids. And a possible newer job translating for this doctor's aged mother who needed help with her husband. He was in a hospice, and she did not speak English. Jenna had begun to feel a false sense of goodness, happiness, completeness, and safety. Yet, Clay hadn't been around, in felt like forever this time and there had been little to no communication. May be an email here or there, some messages. No real communication though. It felt like she was swallowing razor blades because she was trying not to cry here, but that wasn't happening.]
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