He fell into bed, his skin hot and itchy, his hair standing up in ragged spikes. Lying back against the musty sheets-should’ve changed them before today, fucking would’ve if he’d realized how much time he’d be spending in here today-he scrubbed both hands over his face and sighed. His eyes were dry at last, but his face felt swollen and stretched
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Thank you for my first genuine smile in thirty-six hours. This was wonderful to read and, hopefully, occuring as we speak. (Heath's peaceful visitation, not Jake's grief)
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Heath is dead, and It can't be fix =(
I love your fic, because in one moment I also thought in Michelle, Jake and others actors, that away of the fics, also must feel very sad for lost his friend, more that us, but with the happiness of had to know a person like him, near to them... and now for always in their hearts.
Thanks a lot again
Kisses
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