10-12-2019, 07:25 PM
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hayley had given up on visiting jackson's grave. not the watery one he'd had in the lake, nor the tree with his name carved into it where he'd died. she'd loved her husband, make no mistake; even now that he'd gone, she still loved him. though she introduced herself with her maiden name, and though she no longer wore her wedding ring, she loved him with every fiber of her being. some nights she still saw him in her dreams, but those nights were further apart with each passing sunset. she didn't visit, she tired not to think about him, because it was all the brunette could do not to let herself grow hung up on a ghost. she had to move on, not only for herself but for those around her. her children needed their mother to be there, not just some hollow shell of a woman.
so she moved on. some days were harder than others, but sometimes she could go an entire day without imagining her name on his lips. she'd done her best to replace him the best she could with alfonso, and though the man was nothing like jackson beyond his physical appearance, she thought she might be able to be happy with him. she tried not to think too much about the future, but there was a certain easy charm to alfie, to his lighthearted demeanor.
still, her mind wasn't on alfie, nor jackson, but on her children as she approached the scene. somehow, some little old man had gotten through every patrol and guardpost, and he'd made himself comfortable on the front steps of the lodge. panic ran through her, and though he was, in fact, an old man, she still found herself drawing the gun from the waistband of her pants. too recently, only weeks ago, a man she'd once considered to be something of a friend had tried to kill her daughter. or, rather, he had killed her; thankfully, anton had been there to revive her. still, it'd been too close, and four of her children were beyond those doors, and even the wrinkliest little old person could do some terrible things. trust in strangers wasn't something hayley could afford anymore, so she raised her gun, eyeing the man warily as she passed harrison, who seemed fine playing friends with the man.
[color=#4A272E]❝i'm afraid you can't really plop down for a nap in someone else's home,❞ she responded, tone cool and without much emotion, [color=#4A272E]❝now answer the questions, who are you and why are you here?❞ her eyes shifted to his hands, then back to his face, lips pressed into a frown. [color=#4A272E]❝and drop whatever the hell that is.❞
hayley had given up on visiting jackson's grave. not the watery one he'd had in the lake, nor the tree with his name carved into it where he'd died. she'd loved her husband, make no mistake; even now that he'd gone, she still loved him. though she introduced herself with her maiden name, and though she no longer wore her wedding ring, she loved him with every fiber of her being. some nights she still saw him in her dreams, but those nights were further apart with each passing sunset. she didn't visit, she tired not to think about him, because it was all the brunette could do not to let herself grow hung up on a ghost. she had to move on, not only for herself but for those around her. her children needed their mother to be there, not just some hollow shell of a woman.
so she moved on. some days were harder than others, but sometimes she could go an entire day without imagining her name on his lips. she'd done her best to replace him the best she could with alfonso, and though the man was nothing like jackson beyond his physical appearance, she thought she might be able to be happy with him. she tried not to think too much about the future, but there was a certain easy charm to alfie, to his lighthearted demeanor.
still, her mind wasn't on alfie, nor jackson, but on her children as she approached the scene. somehow, some little old man had gotten through every patrol and guardpost, and he'd made himself comfortable on the front steps of the lodge. panic ran through her, and though he was, in fact, an old man, she still found herself drawing the gun from the waistband of her pants. too recently, only weeks ago, a man she'd once considered to be something of a friend had tried to kill her daughter. or, rather, he had killed her; thankfully, anton had been there to revive her. still, it'd been too close, and four of her children were beyond those doors, and even the wrinkliest little old person could do some terrible things. trust in strangers wasn't something hayley could afford anymore, so she raised her gun, eyeing the man warily as she passed harrison, who seemed fine playing friends with the man.
[color=#4A272E]❝i'm afraid you can't really plop down for a nap in someone else's home,❞ she responded, tone cool and without much emotion, [color=#4A272E]❝now answer the questions, who are you and why are you here?❞ her eyes shifted to his hands, then back to his face, lips pressed into a frown. [color=#4A272E]❝and drop whatever the hell that is.❞
[b][i]make your girlfriend mad tight, [color=#4A272E]might seduce your dad type