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Post by Trinity on Jun 27, 2007 17:08:34 GMT -5
Jamie Jamie sighed and just stood there. Sooner or later, she was going to have to let Ashton go home, but that would not happen for a few hours. It was ten minutes after one a.m. and Jamie was exhausted. She watched as Ashton drank the water and took the pills. Jamie sighed in relief, and went to the coffee maker. Jamie turned it on to start brewing coffee at six a.m. She would get some coffee later on, if she was still up. Jamie watch Ashton as he began to look tired, even more than before. Jamie walked away from the kitchen and back to where Ashton was and stopped. Thank you for taking the medicine. Jamie looked at the pillow and blanket that had fallen on the ground. She picked it up and set it next to Ashton. I'm going to bed. See you in the morning. Jamie yawned and went into the front door. She locked it, and made sure it was locked completely. She then went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth and combed the knots out of her hair. She then went into her bedroom, but before she closed the door, Jamie peaked around the corner, making sure Ashton was still there. Jamie closed the door after watching him for a moment, and she crawled into her bed, and under her navy blue comforter. She turned her fan on, but then forgot to turn her light off. With a sigh, Jame got up and flipped the light down. She crawled back under her blankets, and fell into a deep sleep.
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Post by [.A.n.y.u.] on Jun 27, 2007 17:19:35 GMT -5
A S H T O N
Nando kimi ni, ketsu mazuitemo modottekichau, aijou ni I hurt myself because of you, over and over; but my love didn't go away--it kept coming back.
He began to nodd off every few seconds, almost falling over and then waking up again. He didn't even notice Jamie as she went to bed, his mind lost in a fog created by the medicine. He was fighting the sleep as much as possible, refusing to allow it control over his body as he sat, staring down at the floor. It was another thirty minutes before sleep finally overcame his willpower and he slumped over onto the arm of the couch, breathing deeply as sleep completely took over, sending his mind into black oblivion where it simply floated, waiting for the time when it would be recalled into wakefulness again. He didn't dream that night, but he vaguely knew that he was laying on a couch in only a partially familiar place, slumped onto the arm of the piece of furniture in an uncomfortable position rather than in his comfortable, familiar bed in the little apartment that he shared with no one but himself.
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