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|Reigning (profile) wrote, |
on 6-21-2004 at 6:15pm
|Music: Aerosmith - Dream On
Subject: This is pretty much nothing. Forget it.
| With his back to her, she watched him reach for the button on the top of their son’s stereo. His blonde hair was rumpled and messy. She could tell he had tried to comb it out of respect for the occasion, but to no avail. He pressed the button and turned to her. As he walked towards her, the soft mellow sound of David Gilmour’s voice filled the room. He sat down in the chair next to hers. Still staring at the spot near the stereo, she could see him bury his face in his hands out of her peripheral vision. He rubbed his eyes, and moved his fingers through his hair.
“We should’ve waited, Eden,” he said through his hands. The woman looked up at him. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, laying her head against his.
“I know,” Eden replied.
“All he’s known is fighting. Yelling.. anger.. the divorce.. he’s so young.” He stood up and walked to the bed across the room. He looked down at his son, sleeping silently. The boy was weak and fragile looking. Jack crouched to his knees, looking at his face longingly. He smoothed the child’s hair back a few times, then cried into the blankets. Eden watched him with her eyes full of tears. She let out a little sob, then left the room.
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Re:, 06-21-04 11:24pm
it would be better with my rubber ducky idea