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Sep. 4th, 2004 10:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
capt_angie'Ow... Ow... Ow!' Angie slowly comes into conciousness feeling remarkably like a heard of rampaging hipogriffs toook a night time stroll through her head. She doesn't remember much about the previous night apart from alot of Vodka.
She rolls over and looks around through bleary eyes. Sunlight is pouring in through the window and she slowly sits up, and as she does so something crackles beneath her hand. A piece of paper. She picks it up and reads the message and everything comes rushing back.
He's gone. He left. He didn't say goodbye.
She scrunches the letter up in her hands and throws it across her room. She puts her face in her hands and screams, falling back onto the bed. And she stays there, staring up at the ceiling, not screaming, not crying, just... Numb.
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She doesn't know how long she's lying there. The day has come and gone and it's dark in the room again. Her last conversation with John is running through her head.
I hate this. I just get you back and now you're going away again. And i don't even know if I'm going to see you again.
I've had to say goodbye far too many times, Angie, and it never gets any easier. Someone once told me... Don't ever say that life sucks. It brought us together, so it sucks a little less.
Still sucks that you have to go.
Angie, I will find a way back into this bar. Heck, we don't even know if our worlds are different, do we? You said your people keep magic under wraps. I could go to England first thing I get back, look you up...
The ninja turtle, I could accept, Angie. But when a bunch of orange midgets burst through the side of a wall in the Popemobile and start singing that we shouldn't lock them in the basement anymore, that strains credulity just a little too far! What the hell is going on here?
I don't know. But what ever it is I'm glad that it happened. Because if it didn't then I would never have met you.
Please... don't leave without saying good bye...
I won't, Angie. I promise.
'You promised damn it John. You fucking promised.'
She sit's up slowly and walks across the room to where she threw the note earlier. She picks it up and sits cross legged on the floor, unscrewing the note speading it over her knees.
'You promised...'
She rolls over and looks around through bleary eyes. Sunlight is pouring in through the window and she slowly sits up, and as she does so something crackles beneath her hand. A piece of paper. She picks it up and reads the message and everything comes rushing back.
He's gone. He left. He didn't say goodbye.
She scrunches the letter up in her hands and throws it across her room. She puts her face in her hands and screams, falling back onto the bed. And she stays there, staring up at the ceiling, not screaming, not crying, just... Numb.
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She doesn't know how long she's lying there. The day has come and gone and it's dark in the room again. Her last conversation with John is running through her head.
I hate this. I just get you back and now you're going away again. And i don't even know if I'm going to see you again.
I've had to say goodbye far too many times, Angie, and it never gets any easier. Someone once told me... Don't ever say that life sucks. It brought us together, so it sucks a little less.
Still sucks that you have to go.
Angie, I will find a way back into this bar. Heck, we don't even know if our worlds are different, do we? You said your people keep magic under wraps. I could go to England first thing I get back, look you up...
The ninja turtle, I could accept, Angie. But when a bunch of orange midgets burst through the side of a wall in the Popemobile and start singing that we shouldn't lock them in the basement anymore, that strains credulity just a little too far! What the hell is going on here?
I don't know. But what ever it is I'm glad that it happened. Because if it didn't then I would never have met you.
Please... don't leave without saying good bye...
I won't, Angie. I promise.
'You promised damn it John. You fucking promised.'
She sit's up slowly and walks across the room to where she threw the note earlier. She picks it up and sits cross legged on the floor, unscrewing the note speading it over her knees.
'You promised...'
