So, I thought it would be a good idea to write little Ichabbie blurbs. Sometimes, I may not feel like writing a full-fledged short story or have time to, but I still want to write something. I always get that feeling and urge to do it. Lol I want to. Therefore, I hope you guys will like this. Some of these may actually become stories, but these will be really short and brief. Hopefully, they hit you in the gut and make you feel all kinds of things. Lol I hope you like them. Thank you for reading. :) Feel free to give me some ideas. :)
Abbie stood outside the immigration detention center. She was pissed that Crane hadn't spoken to her in nine months. He left without a word. They always talked. She knew it was because he lost Katrina and Henry, but he still should've called her. He could've at least left her a letter or something. Anything. She took a deep breath, pulled her blazer around her chest. Was she ready for this? She bit her lip and put a piece of hair behind her hair. Abbie walked inside.
When she was in the visitor section, she searched for him. When their eyes met, everything she missed about him coated her: his smirk, his blue eyes, his beard, his rants, his slender fingers flipping pages of every book in the archives. She tried to keep busy. Quantico was a goal of hers, but also a distraction from him. Her breathing wasn't the same anymore. She barely felt it. He looked ashamed and relieved. Smiling, she looked away, shook her head. She couldn't deny it anymore.
Damn it, Crane.