Wednesday, January 7th, 2014
"I love you," Harmonee said awkwardly, then closed his eyes and grumbled. "I love you! How fucking difficult is that? I love you. I. Love. You. Ugh!"
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violinDance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
The sun was setting when the meeting Harris was attending finished.All day long.
"Will you be alright?"They were sitting in his car outside Matilda's dorm. He had taken her out to dinner and they had talked about where to look for jobs for Matilda and many other things. Other things that she never in a million years could
Wednesday, January 7th, 2014It was her day off. Her boss's way of apologizing was somehow forcing her, indirectly, to take a couple of days off. For a few days, she did not have to think about work. She was not stressed. For once in
The first thing that occurred to him when he gained consciousness was, "this bed is not mine", the second thing was "it's not even a bed". Then as he tried stretching his arms over his head -his usual way of waking up- Harris groaned in pain, wrapped his arms around his torso and let the events of the night wash over him.
Madora heard him leave her apartment, softly closing the door. She rushed after him, "Mister Corey," she called."I told you many times to call me Jax," the redhead replied with a gentle smile. "I'm not your boss right now. I'm just someone you're helping.
Thursday, January 8th, 2014
"I'm home, sweetie," Harris shouted from the doorway, kicking off his boots and entering the house. He was smiling, as he usually did when he got home to his lovely wife. However, the smile fell off his face, and he froze upon seeing the mess. Heather didn't reply. All he heard was absolute silence. Harris, in a state of panic, searched everywhere, constantly calling her name, "Heather!"