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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 5, 2007 16:22:30 GMT
Angel sat at home. She had just put Michelle to bed as Taya was at work. "Why is there never anything to do?" She groaned. "Sing to pass the time?" She asked herself.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 18:17:38 GMT
I walk up the path to Angel's house.
I'd managed to stop my hands shaking so much, and I was pretty sure I'd got all the blood off, but it still felt like there was blood everywhere.
Well, she'd told me to find her when I made up my mind, and I'd made up my mind.
No going back anymore.
I knock lightly on the door, almost hoping she wouldn't hear so I could just leave, and step back a pace.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 8, 2007 18:24:42 GMT
Angel heard the knock at the door and walked over to it. She opened it quickly. "Ian," she said coldly. "You made your decision?" [ooc - I didn't mean steal my thread  ] |
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 18:25:19 GMT
"Yeah, I did." I mutter.
[ooc-lol. ;D ]
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 8, 2007 18:30:40 GMT
"Well, what is it?" She asked. She hated being this cold with him but it was necessary.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 18:31:39 GMT
I don't answer for a minute, finding it quite hard to look at her, then roll up my sleeve, past the scars to the dark mark which was showing up darker than ever against my skin, so I wouldn't have to say anything.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 8, 2007 18:33:45 GMT
Angel sighed. "You know what? I was hoping that you would make the right decision, but hoping is for five year old girls. Goodbye Ian. I would appreciate it if you would stay well away from me in the future." She yelled.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 18:34:14 GMT
"I will do." Unless your on the list.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 8, 2007 18:43:49 GMT
"And if I find out that you're going to kill me then go right ahead. I was prepared to go on the run with you as well, if you had to. That's what I do for friends, especially my best ones. Gideon was right!" Angel yelled louder. "Any last things to say?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 18:45:17 GMT
"I'm sorry I'm weak." I say expressionlessly. "That's all I have in my defence."
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 8, 2007 18:47:45 GMT
"You're not weak! You're selfish and pathetic. Don't bother coming to my wedding, you are officially uninvited!" She growled, slamming the door in his face.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 18:48:45 GMT
"To be expected." I mutter, still without emotion, almost wishing I could feel anything, but glad I couldn't, then turn and start walking away.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 8, 2007 18:50:25 GMT
Angel leaned against the door and slid down it quicky, tears streaming down her face.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Jul 8, 2007 18:58:22 GMT
I stop halfway up the path, seriously contemplating going back, asking for forgiveness, asking for help to get out of this, then shake my head knowing I was being stupid and apparate away again.
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Post by Angel Simons on Jul 8, 2007 19:01:28 GMT
Angel sits leaning against the door, almost hoping that he'd come back, but knew she shouldn't bother. She let the tears fall faster down her face.
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