His heavy footsteps and Odin's claws on the tile are the only sounds in the house. I'm intensely aware of him just behind me. I can sense his hesitation, his hope, his despair.
But it's overshadowed by my own pain of loss.
I work to harden my heart as I walk to the kitchen. He follows me, and I take a deep breath, closing my eyes before I turn around and lean against the counter.
He stands in the doorway, eyes boring into mine.
"Jasper, please…" he whispers.
I make my voice cold, my tone final. "You have five minutes."
Monday, March 21, 2011
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Still killing me.
ReplyDeleteBut why isn't this updating on ff.net anymore? :-(
5 minutes oh no.. E better talk fast!!!
ReplyDeleteE you have 5 minutes, use them wisely.
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