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May. 31st, 2009
[JMM] "Skin" lyrics
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absit_omens. Part of the "Broken Sunday" verse.]
Everything I've held has hit the wall
What used to be yours
Isn't yours at all
Falling apart, and all that I'm asking
Is it a crime, am I overreacting?
"No... no... I can't be. It's not possible." Panting heavily, out of breath and sweating from her half-mile run to Don's apartment from the subway station, she gathered herself enough to bang on his apartment door. Please don't be at work... I need you. She was still reeling from the three positive home pregnancy tests her mother gave her. It'd been little over a month since she and Dean were intimate and... since her last period... Oh god. Now she was nauseous, out of breath, and dizzy. She wasn't doing too well right now.
Flack had been sleeping off another late shift when he heard someone banging at his door. Thinking that it was someone from work bugging him about something, he stumbled his way reluctantly to the door, pulling it open a crack with the chain still up, as he was too half asleep to look through the peephole. "Yeah?"
"D-Don, it's Anna." Taking a few seconds to pull herself together, she leaned against the wall and took a deep breath before speaking again. "Can I come in?"
Flack frowned slightly at the sound of her voice, before nodding. "Yeah, sure." He closed the door again for a second, just to undo the chain, before pulling it open again for her to come inside.
( *** )
absit_omens. Part of the "Broken Sunday" verse.]Everything I've held has hit the wall
What used to be yours
Isn't yours at all
Falling apart, and all that I'm asking
Is it a crime, am I overreacting?
"No... no... I can't be. It's not possible." Panting heavily, out of breath and sweating from her half-mile run to Don's apartment from the subway station, she gathered herself enough to bang on his apartment door. Please don't be at work... I need you. She was still reeling from the three positive home pregnancy tests her mother gave her. It'd been little over a month since she and Dean were intimate and... since her last period... Oh god. Now she was nauseous, out of breath, and dizzy. She wasn't doing too well right now.
Flack had been sleeping off another late shift when he heard someone banging at his door. Thinking that it was someone from work bugging him about something, he stumbled his way reluctantly to the door, pulling it open a crack with the chain still up, as he was too half asleep to look through the peephole. "Yeah?"
"D-Don, it's Anna." Taking a few seconds to pull herself together, she leaned against the wall and took a deep breath before speaking again. "Can I come in?"
Flack frowned slightly at the sound of her voice, before nodding. "Yeah, sure." He closed the door again for a second, just to undo the chain, before pulling it open again for her to come inside.
( *** )