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"I said all I had to say, In letters that I threw away"
What Can I Say- Carrie Underwood (feat. Sons of Sylvia)
Prologue
Grant Ward sat down at the desk, staring at the cell phone with his finger hovering over dial. He sucked in a slow breath and closed his eyes, going over what he was going to say. It was simple enough. Call, talk, and hang up. He didn't know why he was so nervous. He would probably end up talking to Skye. Coulson trusted her more than anyone, except maybe May, and who could they have that was skilled enough to hack into a HYDRA agent's cell phone? But for some reason, the idea of talking to Skye again terrified him, and very few things ever scared him. He opened his eyes, and leaned back in his chair. Grant ran a hand through his newly cropped hair, and let out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding in. A few seconds passed before he reached across the desk for a pen and paper, and began to write.
Fifteen minutes later, the hotel room was empty, without a sign that anyone had been there, except a piece of paper sitting in the garbage can that started with: "Dear Skye."
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. This is my first published fanfiction, so it really means a lot to me. Sorry it's so short.
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