Notes to reviewers of last chapter:
Highonstargate: Thanks!
Miss. Pookamonga: I'm changing the title of the (seriously overdue) story to "The journal of Alexis Jones." 1: Alexis is currently my favorite name 2: I don't want people confusing it with my "Abandoned" Character. Glad you like it, I hope to get the story posted by the end of January.
Man has it been a while since I updated this one.
WARNING: This chapter contains angst and use of alcohol.
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She'd always thought they'd have time…
He loved her, or at least she thought he did, but she should have moved on it when she had the chance.
The gold cursive writing glitters in the dim light, mocking her, reminding her that he isn't hers.
She takes a shakey breath and a gulp of vodka, straight out of the bottle, she needs it.
She remembered the day he excitedly came up to her and told her that they'd started dating, she'd felt like she'd been doused with ice water, but she put on a smile and told him she was happy for him.
She'd cried that night, for a long time.
That had been three years ago.
He had told her he loved her, and she loved him, but she had been waiting for him to make the first move.
Just a year before that.
Another swig of vodka.
The gold ink glistened again, making some tears escape her eyes.
Rodney would never be hers.
After all, she could never compete.
She was only Jennifer Keller…
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Word count: 177
Were any of you expecting Jennifer? I was trying to keep it a 'rug out from under you' thing but I'm not good with those.