Apr. 20th, 2005

not_that_spike: (sleepy)
Joe's dead.

There's not a fucking thing anyone can do about it.

But it will all be over on Saturday, and his load is lighter since dropping those letters to the bar. All that's in his pocket now is Joe's will and the letter he sent them.

He opens the door: tired but not defeated.

Not yet.

"Hey, Beth." She's there, just like she promised: like some angel, some force for something that matters a hell of a lot more to him than anything else.

"I love you."

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