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September 22, Tuesday. Wimpole Street., 9:46am

Dec 01, 2008 21:35

I ran a hand through my hair, making my way up the stairs to my room. The attic. I sighed, unlocking the door and stepping inside.

Jane was already there, smiling at me.

"Hello, love," I mumbled, wanting nothing more than to just go to sleep.

jane, paul

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janey_asher December 2 2008, 16:39:56 UTC

I paced eagerly around the attic, looking over at the clock every now and then. I had been waiting to see him for what seemed like years and the day was finally here. I hoped he wouldn't be too tired so perhaps we could go out for lunch or at least spend time together around the house.

I heard the door unlock and before I even said hello, I ran forward and leaped into his arms, burying my face in his neck. My arms and legs were tightly wrapped around him and a wide smile was playing on my lips. I hadn't been this happy to see someone in what seems like forever.

"I missed you," I simply said, my mind clouded with happiness. I hope he wasn't too startled by my greeting, but I didn't care.

He was home.

jamesmacca December 2 2008, 16:45:04 UTC

I stumbled back, grabbing onto her quickly.

"Ah, I missed you too." I placed a kiss to her cheek. God I was tired. I didn't sleep much on the plane. I should have felt guilty, but I didn't. "I'm exhausted, Jane."

janey_asher December 2 2008, 16:52:48 UTC

My smile fell into a frown as I pulled back, releasing my legs' grip from his waist, my hands still on his shoulders. Exhausted? He barely even seemed excited to see me. My heart plunged to my stomach and I suddenly felt my mood drop.

"Oh," I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. "I thought maybe we could spend some time together since you've been gone for so long..."

jamesmacca December 2 2008, 17:03:16 UTC

I sighed, noting her disappointment.

"I didn't get to sleep much on the plane. We'll do something tomorrow, okay? I've missed you and I want to be rested so I can treat you right." God, I sounded like an ass. I walked over to my bed and sat down, thinking of what I could say if Jane asked me what I did on the plane.

Cards, played, talked with Brian, wrote a song? Everyone was talking so I couldn't sleep.

I kicked my shoes off.

"Want to lay down with me?"

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