Unexpected Visitors by icd, admin

1. A different form of reassurance by icd

2. Face to face with your gun by icd

A different form of reassurance by icd
Disclaimer: not mine, no money-making intended, don't sue

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The flannel shirt clutched to her chest, tears were rolling down her cheeks, only to be seeped up by the fabric and dampen it. She didn’t notice. Instead, she was trapped in the memories; memories of their time.

For once she had allowed herself to get attached and she had paid for it - worse, he had paid as well.

The bed dipped behind her and she felt a small hand on her shoulder.

“It’s gonna be alright. He’s ok,” another ghost from her past whispered.

The serenity in the girl’s voice and the glow radiating from her made it impossible not to believe - for tonight.
Face to face with your gun by icd
Disclaimer: see part one

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In the semi-darkness of the house only the outline of the figure could be seen. At the unmistakable sound of a gun being cocked, the person winced.

“Turn around, slowly!”

He complied. “Why is it that every time we come face to face, I’m encountered with your wrath… or your gun?”

“Why is it that every time we come face to face, you snuck up on me instead of announcing your coming?” she countered, clicking the safety back on and letting her gun sink. Her features softened into one of the rare genuine smiles. “So, how’s life treating you, Ethan?”


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