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sexualtourettes) wrote2012-05-20 12:16 am
sexualtourettes) wrote2012-05-20 12:16 am
For Ray
Fitch was at the end of his rope.
He wouldn't go as far as using the word 'desperate' (yet), but he was definitely dangerously close to hitting that mark.
Before he'd gotten to the Island, Fitch didn't think that there was another woman in existence as impossible to deal with as Jackie. And maybe there hadn't been, not back in his reality. Of course, since this reality was the one where all other realities converged, he'd found one. And, as luck would have it, she would be the only one to give him the time of day (despite her better sense of judgement, he was sure) and he'd wind up getting involved with.
He wasn't even sure what the fuck to call what it was they were doing, and his sense of self-preservation was too great, which didn't allow him to even consider asking. What he did know, was that he was in way over his head, and that he needed help.
At a loss for anywhere better to turn, Fitch had wound up at the church, seated out on the front step. He'd started to go in, but considering he was the son of lesbians in search of some sort of direction when it came to his former-vampire not-girlfriend, he couldn't make himself cross the threshold.
God was supposed to be omnipresent. If that was the case, he'd get the message, even if Fitch decided to stay outside.
He wouldn't go as far as using the word 'desperate' (yet), but he was definitely dangerously close to hitting that mark.
Before he'd gotten to the Island, Fitch didn't think that there was another woman in existence as impossible to deal with as Jackie. And maybe there hadn't been, not back in his reality. Of course, since this reality was the one where all other realities converged, he'd found one. And, as luck would have it, she would be the only one to give him the time of day (despite her better sense of judgement, he was sure) and he'd wind up getting involved with.
He wasn't even sure what the fuck to call what it was they were doing, and his sense of self-preservation was too great, which didn't allow him to even consider asking. What he did know, was that he was in way over his head, and that he needed help.
At a loss for anywhere better to turn, Fitch had wound up at the church, seated out on the front step. He'd started to go in, but considering he was the son of lesbians in search of some sort of direction when it came to his former-vampire not-girlfriend, he couldn't make himself cross the threshold.
God was supposed to be omnipresent. If that was the case, he'd get the message, even if Fitch decided to stay outside.
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