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    And I’ll laugh about all that we’ve lost… Part II: Wreckage

    Story written on December 13, 2006 by lilpinkchainsaw.
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    Picking up the pieces, one at a time.

    It took a while, but Shane’s silent tears finally subsided, leaving her limp and leaning weakly against Mark’s taller frame. His arms remained enfolded around her, keeping her close as he gently stroked her back and her hair. He wasn’t quite sure what had led to Shane knocking on his door at three thirty in the morning, looking like hell, but he was sure there was a good, long story there. Taking a deep breath, he let it out and gave Shane a careful squeeze.

    “Hey,” he began, doing his best to keep his tone level and warm, “think maybe we should get out of the hallway? You’re probably thrashed, huh? Let’s go inside.” She didn’t respond and it made something inside him start to scramble in panic. He needed to hear something, anything – a tired laugh, a ‘fuck you, Mark’ – anything to let him know that she was still there. Straightening up, he released her and started to guide her towards the open door. “I’d let you take the bed, but then I’d have to kick out the five hot girls I’ve got in there right now. You coulda called, first.”

    “Sorry,” Shane whispered, voice barely audible as she bent down and retrieved her backpack, clutching it to her chest and looking tiny and impossibly lost and quite possibly not all there. That hadn’t been the answer he was hoping for, not by any means.

    For as long as he’d known her, Shane’s eyes had always had a certain emptiness to them – she’d been so effective at walling away her feelings and thoughts that her eyes reflected nothing of herself apart from hollowness and the occasional stains of sorrow. He hadn’t seen her in many months but, if he didn’t know any better – and he thought that he did – he could swear that she was trying to wall herself off again, as though too much emotion had escaped and she was trying to set everything back to its status quo.

    Her mascara had run and smeared thanks to the crying and she looked so much older, so tired, so naked. It almost hurt to look at her.

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