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{other post way too long, and my, how things change in an instant!} I noticed Sawyer's head----the whole examination process had been interrupted with Melanie's little declaration. I moved to my bag and gathered him some medicine. "Here, take this." I handed him some water. He took it, and I settled him back on the bed. I put a cloth over his head and instructed him to rest for a bit---he needed it. He nodded and tried closing his eyes. I sat beside him until he appeared to be napping. It was a fitful sleep for him. I'd talk to the Korean woman....Sun....see if we could help him. I went to check on Christopher. He was awake, just staring around, watching his hands. I changed him, played with him, and sang to him. He settled into a sleep also. I collapsed in the chair and pulled out my diary. "Wasted love," I murmured, ripping the pages I had written about Jack from the book. I snorted to myself----he and I had started as a cheat, how did I expect him to be faithful to me? I shred the pages into tiny shards, stepped outside, and tossed them skyward, letting the wind catch them and carry them off. Jack had let me cry like that---he didn't care. That's what hit home. He didn't care that he had hurt me that badly. I have never cried like that before. I would not let him win at this. He would no longer see my pain. If he wanted a barmaid, let him have her. I would be just as compassionate and sweet as ever. If I turned vicious---they won. I waved over Denise, had her take them some water. I'm sure they could use it after their liplock. It felt good---not being spiteful. I turned to a new page in my diary and started writing. Deary Diary, Jack is a bloody asshole. Sawyer, on the other hand.... {Tags: Anyone who wants to visit/Sawyer when he wakes up} Post a comment in response: |
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