( Story Here )
( It didn't . . . work. )( There's a chill in the air . . . )( She stands too far away, on the other side of the room. )( You know it's not real. )( Hello Tom. )( They hurt more than they let on. )( There was an almost empty bottle of scotch on the floor . . . )( She surrounded herself with objects . . . )
( You can't leave us. Not now. )
( The room was over decorated . . . )
( She pretends she doesn't see the traces of loathing under their grief. )( “It wasn't always like this.” )
( Tom Quinn never says hello ) ( Sam always assumed Colin's hands would be smooth and soft. )
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sangerin asked me for an Ainsley Hayes/Christine Dale crossover. And I deliver *g*( She offers comfort on the bad days. )
( The stone house is filled with silent echoes. )
( Tom stood in the doorway, a bottle of expensive champagne tucked under his arm, and a strange smile on his face. )( Simon squeezes his eyes shut when he drinks )
( She was curled in a chair . . . )
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