Chp. 4
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Be glad this one came out, guys. My life has been so hectic lately. Anyway, so I'm still taking Ideas on which of these to expand after this Fic is completed. If you have any, just leave a review and be sure to read the ending note of this chapter.
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16. Remembrance
Ronnie Synclair, was a name that haunted Frank every night. She was 19 and had been baby-sitting a little boy about seven when the boiler in their building caught fire. Frank had been called to the scene make sure the crowds stayed back. He'd seen her face in the window. The fire escape had fallen and there was no way to get out to safety. He'd rushed into the building but could only save one of them. She hadn't hesitated and pushed the boy to him. The building fell as soon as Frank cleared it. Frank would never forgot her.
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17. Ice
It was nights like tonight that had Frank reaching for the whisky bottle. It was one of those famed sultry nights where the lazy heat made everything just slow down and rest. A small glass half-filled with ice and the other half, Aged whisky, had Frank reclining on his couch sipping slow to relish the taste of good whisky. The smell of lasagna drifted through the air from the kitchen. Frank smiled. He'd never admit it to anyone but Julian had a knack for cooking the best Italian Food. Frank closed his eyes, smiling again. He loved nights like these.
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18. Fire
Long thin fingers, soft but firm, scarred yet unmarred seared a path down and down over smooth silk skin. A sharp intake of breath here and there, a lone gasp of breath. Miles of bare skin stretching across strong bone. Julian struggled against his bonds, straining and arching widely. Julian never was a fan of fire. Too many bad memories. Those fingers burnt into his skin, spreading cool fire liberally/ those fingers would be His True death if he continued to play with this kind of fire. Julian wasn't a fan of fire but he could learn to love it.
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19. Ocean
It was close to midnight when Julian found him. Frank had been missing for a few days and nobody, not even Katylyn, Frank's neighbor's daughter knew where he had gone. Julian stood behind Frank as they both stared out over the crashing waves, easing in and off the moonlit shore. "She loved it down here." Frank said breaking the silence and his voice nearly broke. "It's her birthday." Julian sat down and took his hand in his and pulled Frank into him. Julian had no sense of time as they sat there and washed the waves ease away his pain.
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20. Violin
"Honey Chile' ya got sum of those piano finga's." Frank's grandmother had always told him. He had hated playing the piano when he was younger. He had so much other things he could have been doing but his Grand-mère had wanted him to learn and what the head of the family wanted, she got. He played numerous hours, just sitting with his tante and Grand-mère in the overstuffed chairs listening to him and fanning themselves in the Louisiana heat. Now, he played less often but his Grand-mère esprit was always there encouraging him on and he played on, en train.
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And here are the translations for the French words.
Grand-mère – Grandmother
Tante – Aunt
Esprit – Spirit
En train – In highs spirits.
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Me: *draws back in slight fear* Okaaaaaay?
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