Aug 21, 2011 07:53
Before I came through the Rift, I was captured, drugged, tortured and made to dig my own grave by a serial killer with disassociate identity disorder.
For Christmas, I received a self-refilling bottle of the same drug that I was given during that experience.
I still use is.
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I don't know if you'll believe me when I say this, but I want to help.
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I'm sorry I was
You don't
I believe you. Thank you. Maybe we could talk some time.
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How about tonight? The fact that I am working in the office this late--on a weekend, no less--really says something about my social life recently.
I could cook us something in Uchiko-chan's kitchen, if you'd like. We could even talk up there, if you don't mind her listening in, at least a little bit. She knows better than to say anything about things we've discussed with other people.
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Dinner sounds fine. I can meet you up there if you'd like. I'm not really sure about the talking. Can we just play it by ear?
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I didn't
Oh, God. Not you too.
I wish I knew what
[She bursts into tears.]
Where are you?
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But he remembers Cassie's words, remembers what she went through and in the end, that's what makes him say something]
It's not your fault, don't be sorry. You didn't have a hand in it.
I'm in my room. The door's unlocked.
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[She stops. Writing over the journal network is not working. Instead, she's going to go to his room.
She knocks quietly and opens the door slightly, peering in. Thankfully, she's stopped crying - but she feels like she might start again.]
Spence? [Awkward pause.] ... Hey.
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he sits up when Cassie enters, setting his journal aside and smiling weakly.] Hi, sorry. I was....[But he's not really sure what he was going to say with that sentence so it just trails off.]
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