I thought that since i did the chapter yesterday, TWICE because my pc crashed I would do a quick little chapter. It's only very short, but it fits in and i hope you like it. Thanks toooo:
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Egyption Princess of 1290 BC: I'm doing great thanks, you? I LOVE all of your stories thanks for keeping with this one, it still has loads of chapters to go :P. You must continue your new Constantine fic!
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Repairs
It was a long time ago that John has slept alone. He missed Angela's presence, feeling
her warm body against hi and her murmurs during her dreams and holding her close.
He missed his daughters little whimpers for attention. All he had was the chime clock ticking away. As
soon as he could reclaim his wife again, they would move house and get out of this dump once and for all.
He had rang Angela's cell phone at least seven times and left two voice messages. He also rang Erin but she told him that Angela was fast asleep.
John couldn't sleep that night alone and it was only 11.02pm. He got out of bed, changed and bad his way to Erin's house. He knew Erin would be awake since she stayed awake half of the night as her routine. He gently knocked on the door and Erin opened it.
''Please'' He said. Erin nodded and opened the door further so he could walk in. He was then leaded to the bedroom that Angela was sleeping inside.
He could hear her restless breathing and it soothed him. As he walked in, he saw she was dead to the world, pretty much. He went to the side of the bed where Angela was facing and bent down slightly. He looked at her face for a minute then kissed her. While doing so, her eyes flickered open. Her lips were still interlocked with John's and she didn't pull back. He let go and she stared at him. She opened her mouth as to say something, but he brought a finger to her lips as to hush her and kiss her once more. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her back. That night, John Constantine did not sleep alone. It was impossible for him to do so. That night, John may well of repaired some of their broken relationship.
