Yesterday the server for my login page went down so I couldn't post. Consequently I will treat you all to the last 3 shots and two other fics if you care to read them!
Keep up the fabby reviews, I hope to hear from you before I have to leave 4 school on Wed! However, if you're very lucky I may finish another song fic next week and go to the nearby designer outlet where I canput it on It's your call!
Old Ghosts
Love Hurts
I always thought Sandy would never do anything to hurt me.
He always tries to protect me; sometimes it just ends up hurting anyway, that's not his fault. Usually when the secrets, the
lies come out, it hurts most; Lindsay being my sister, Rebecca being alive; the fact he knew and didn't tell me gets me mad.
But now there isn't a secret, no lies, so far.
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I know where he is. He went to say goodbye, and, if I know Sandy, to try and persuade her not to go.
But that wouldn't take this long. If only he'd call, admit he is passing me up for her, tell me why, let me know that despite
everything he remembers me, Kirsten Cohen, his wife, waiting for him at home. Just reassure me that he hasn't forgotten,
that he's not too far away, not twenty years away. That he loves me.
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It's not intentional, I know. He's not trying to hurt me but he has. He'll say he wasn't thinking, but he knew, he was
conscious, he was aware of the time. He knew we had reservations, that I was waiting. I made an effort, I forgave him, I
dressed up, I was ready to remind him why he married me, I wanted him…and he left.
Did Rebecca want him more?
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It says something to me when your husband chooses his long-lost love rather than you on Valentine's. Your very favourite
holiday because it celebrates love.
Right now, love hurts.
