He frowns, stepping away to lean against the windowsill, hurt evident in his voice. "What do you mean?"
I sigh, brushing his cheek. "What happens after graduation?"
He gazes out the window, biting his lip. After a minute, he looks at me with uncertainty.
"I'd planned to go back to Chicago... find a job there while I figured things out. You know I wanted to have my own business, too, like you..."
I nod.
Quietly, he adds, "I can't even imagine leaving, now."
His eyes drift outside again, his brow furrowed, his arms across his chest in defense… or comfort.
Monday, May 23, 2011
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Maybe it's time to reevaluate the plan Edward.
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