Title: Untitled
category: JC/JMC
summary: Short stories to Better Than Ezra's varied songs.
-In the Blood-

How can you be so warm?
How can you know what I feel?
Well, it's the way you move your hands,
and it's the way you understand.
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It was a shadow in the doorway that caught my attenion. As popular as I liked to think I was,
no one really came.

I was alone.

Alone, with the continous thought that I had almost died. I had almost died, and I didn't really have a single friend in the world.

I was alone.




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And that's the reason that I'm asking.
That's the reason that I want to know.
And that's the reason that I'm asking,
and that's the reason that I'm...
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I remeber her always being so business-like. Everything
was offical,so things wouldn't get messy.

Messy. Like my blood. My life. My future.

It was straight to the point. This is what I had left behind, this is what I had to look forward to when I
returned.This was my life.

Mending the lives of others.

Like she wanted to do with me. Careful cautious hands,never more than 2 feet apart. It's almost like she didn't want to look at me.

Me.




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How can you throw everything you live for?
Well, it's the way we shake and sway.
Oh, and it's the passion that you play.
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"Mrs Johnson had this.."

I nodded

"You sent Mr.Ericson home with this.."

I barely remebered my life before the knife. My life
before the man jumped out of the shadows and took all my ignorance.My life before I felt my own blood, before I knew I was scarred.

And she couldn't look at me.

"Is this a bad time, John?"




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Who did you love before?
Who did they love before you?
But it's the way you move your hands
And it's the way you understand.