you are my sunshine. [nolan/porter]

[steph2]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(); width: 400px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30;] PLEASE DON'T TAKE MY SUNSHINE AWAY Her house was finally clean. A month had passed and she and Nolan were supposed to be good. They were-ever since they'd had their moment at the house where he used to live. They cleaned up her house,put up any salvaged paintings, and then she was able to relax into her role with him, as his rightful girlfriend-officially. She had no problem showing him the affection he deserved and she felt when they were in public and she told him everyday she could that she loved him. Though he had been the one to help kick start her addiction, something she still struggled horribly with though more secretly now since she wanted her and Nolan to stay happy, he had, initially saved her from a terrible life of loneliness and despair-and of course bitch-dom. At the moment, though, everything wasn't okay. She was storming out of her mother's home as her mother yelled strings of profanities in Russian out to her while following. Svetlana wore yet another fabulous outfit-she had fallen right back into her role with her mother as well. Clad in a pastel green dress that clung to her very thin frame (she had yet to gain any of her natural weight back), some sheer pink polka dotted tights, nude pumps, and pearl accessories, she had her dark locks up in a loose, messy, yet chic bun with a few strands falling around it. The Russian princess was beyond upset as she tugged down her dress, her mother continuing to yell at her. Her step father just molested her in the kitchen and her mother is yelling at her? Oh yeah...it was all part of the plan wasn't it? Svetlana had, seriously, forgotten. She forgot the lifestyle she had with her mother of getting money out of divorces. She'd forgotten what it was like to actually sleep around with a bunch of men and women-she'd been so caught up in Nolan, she'd forgotten her entire old life. This was the closest she was to happy and her mother just burst her bubble with a blast of cold water from the past. Svetlana was supposed to sleep with him...but she hadn't. She'd actually pushed him away, several times until her mother came in right when he'd gotten his hands up her dress and past her panties. She was glad she hadn't worn any makeup because she had tears streaming down her face at the realization of seeing how much her mother truly did use her. Pushing the tears away, she continued down the street and into her car before speeding off home. Her mother had decided to follow her since Svetlana had yelled at her, blowing their cover that it was all planned-though she was sure her mother could play it off. Svetlana learned how to be manipulative and bitchy from the best after all. Her mother caught her in the driveway and the Russian arguing continued as they stormed into her house. Svetlana saw Nolan on the couch but she was so focused on her mother, she didn't say anything to him before she finally yelled at the top of her lungs to her mother to get out of her house and to never contact her again-that she was a manipulative bitch who didn't care about anyone but herself and her money before slamming the door on her face and disappearing upstairs, locking herself in the extra room where she had all her heroin stashed under the mini stage where the mirrors were located. Locking the door behind her, she could feel the heavy tears streaming down her face as she fumbled for the bag and then through her purse for the pills. She was so sick of trying to be sober. That wasn't her anymore. She needed this. She needed this with every aching fiber of her being, more than she needed oxygen...maybe even more than Nolan and Porter: her boyfriend and her newly found best friend. Grabbing the bottle of pills, she dry swallowed as much as she could before heating up the heroin and putting it into the syringe. She could feel her fingers trembling as she nearly stabbed the needle into the crook of her arm and injected it all in at once. The second she did though, she felt like the room was starting to spin and she felt the floor come up and hit her. It was like her veins were on fire and she suppressed the urge to scream as she attempted to reach for her phone, pushing whatever key she could find to call whoever and she had Porter on speed dial, having had replaced Charlotte (in all honesty). But as she tried to bring the phone up to her mouth she felt her eyes grow heavy and the world spinning into a whirlwind of colors. It could have been minutes or hours-she wasn't sure but it felt like forever before an inky blackness seemed to swallow her whole. She easily gave into it, finding it's emptiness both comforting and euphoric. click for outfit Sorry it seems a bit rushed! <3 Either one can post first and then we will go in that order?

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[hkblood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] LIFE GOES ON, IT GETS SO HEAVY The Words: 1336 The Outfit: this The Notes: here we go Like a spiritual leader of a tribe indigenous to its land, Nolan used his thumb to place a sweeping brush stoke on the canvas before him. His art, his paintings, sucked him into them until his concentration faded as his piece underwent transformation of blank white canvas, to piece with chrysanthemum flowers on top of a wash of colors and within the wash was a cityline, and clouds and a sun-setting on the horizon. It meant nothing, but it meant everything. – it was their escape away from the awful town and the people that were holding them down in chains. Those people, with their ugly, greedy faces, hid behind the flowers. After that night, the night he should have died from starvation, but she saved him – they went home together after sleeping on that disgusting mattress one last time. He picked up everything he made a mess of. Some of his paintings didn’t get damage and by some, he really only didn’t smash the two he couldn’t reach. Others were salvageable, but others were completely gone and he trashed them. He cleaned the kitchen and took a note of what he broke so they could replace it. Everything was well; they mended what was falling apart. Nolan got to know what Svetlana called the real her, the one who she didn’t want anyone to know about. But he knew about her, the girl that was born in Russia and was very poor. He got to know the real Svetlana: the girl who took care of her mother as much as her mother took care of her – and what they did to survive all of these years. At first, he was thrown out on the loop and a part of him was surprised. She acted so high and mighty, but he knew why and he didn’t hate or dislike her any less for it. He loved her and everything she told him brought them closer. He told her about his family; more about how his parents were both artists and they were considerably wealthy but not as elite as some of the phonies in Sapphire Bay. He told her about his little sister and when she died. He told her about how his little sister was his best friend and losing her hurt him just as much as it did his parents. He told her about how they treated him, shunned him when he turned to drugs. She continued to surprise him when she adjusted to being in a relationship, a committed one. They had little date nights, where they did things the both enjoyed. If they went to an art gallery and dinner, Nolan made sure to find something that he thought she would be interested in. When a world-renowned ballet troupe was in town, Nolan spent all of his time dealing as much as he could to get them tickets. She loved it, how they had to get all dressed up and then later, eating McDonald’s with people looking at his suit and her dress thinking they were crazy. Nolan was crazy, but he was crazy for her. The days she told him that she loved him, because she couldn’t do it every day and he understood, where the days that no matter what happened everything just felt…. right. Some mornings he made her breakfast in bed, he especially loved to do when the night before he had spent hours making love with her and she looked like a hot, disheveled mess in the morning. Then they would take a bath or a shower together, sometimes even having more sex until she had to go to “work” with her Mom. He knew why she had to do it and he didn’t stop her. He knew that she would eventually, have to sleep with this guy, but he was willing and able to turn the blind eye for her. But he also knew that she didn’t seem to want to do this anymore. They were in love and he wanted her to be happy and he knew quitting an addiction was hard. He went out and found a job at a gas station, pressing buttons, sweeping, stocking shelves, fuelling and washing car windows. An honest living and everything he made he tucked away for their new life together. He didn’t know where they would go, but he was going to buy her the most beautiful ring, propose, and run away with her. Some people, if they knew that she wasn’t legal, would think that she was marrying him for the citizenship, but Nolan knew better. She was marrying him because she loved him and he loved her. Along with working in the gas station, he continued to deal for the same purpose. The ring he wanted to buy her was so expensive, but she was worth it. At the moment she was funding living where they did and their food and all of his clothes, his paint, and their phones – all their bills. He couldn’t help, but he cleaned when he wasn’t working or dealing or painting her a new painting for their walls. Washing the paint off of his hands, he left his latest piece propped against the easel to dry. Throwing on his black mechanic-like jumpsuit with his name badge on before heading to work – a short shift today of only five hours so they didn’t have to get him his lunch break. He hated cars and gasoline, because it smelt terrible and clung to your clothes like a fucker. But work was work and he had to do it. By the time he was released from work he was practically running back their house. He took a shower, let the stink of the cars roll of his body before he settled down on the couch to watch television. He wasn’t sure when Svetlana would be back or what she would be in the mood for when it came to dinner, so he decided he would just wait with the television flashing the sickeningly wealthy Kardashians in front of him. He heard the rumbling of a car, but not just one, there was two cars. Before he could get up to see what was going on or if they had visitors, Svetlana stormed into their house, tears, and words in Russian he didn’t understand. She slammed the door and went up the stairs, but he didn’t know what to do. He gave Svetlana her space while watching what he guesses was her mother get back into her car and speed away. She looked mean, cold – a woman Nolan wasn’t going to ever approach unless he had too. He went up the stairs after Svetlana, but he couldn’t open the door. She had locked it and he panicked as he called her name. Without any answers, he went down to the kitchen looking for a knife, a card, or something to slide down the door to get in. Going back up the stairs, he fiddled with the door until by some bizarre luck; he was able to get in. When he found her on the floor, passed out, his heart stopped. Immediately he fell to her, shaking her, but he knew what was happening. “Princess? Baby!?!? SVETLANA, PLEASE. PLEASE WAKE UP.” It didn’t matter how hard he tried to wake her, he couldn’t so he hung up on whoever it is that she was calling. He dialed the three numbers that everyone knows irritated that he had to go through such a long process. “California. Sapphire Bay. I need an ambulance. My girlfriend. Please hurry.” It was a whirlwind, but soon enough he found himself sitting next to her in a hospital room. They were nice enough to bring two meals so he could eat one as he told them they were lacking cash. They told him what he already knew, that she had over-dosed, and now he was waiting for her to come to, and he would wait as long as he had to. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[PORTER MIDDLETON]

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AFTER HIS AND CHARLOTTE'S FALLING OUT, PORTER HAD HIT ROCK BOTTOM. HE'D FOUND HIMSELF A WEEK LATER, SLEEPING ON THE WELCOME MAT IN FRONT OF HIS APARTMENT WITH A BOURBON BOTTLE CRADLED IN ONE HAND LIKE A BABY CLINGS TO ITS BOTTLE, SMELLING LIKE A MIXTURE OF A TRASH CAN AND A COMPOST HEAP. HE WAS CERTAINLY NOT IN HIS BEST FORM. HE'D FINALLY TAKEN A SHOWER AND CLEANSED HIMSELF OF HIS 'LOST WEEK' AS HE WAS NOW NONCHALANTLY REFERRING TO IT IN HIS HEAD, AND HE WAS EXHAUSTED. HE HAD A FEW FRIENDS HE FELT HE COULD CONFIDE IN, BUT HE WAS TOO PROUD - AND ASHAMED OF HIMSELF AT THE SAME TIME - TO MAKE THAT FIRST STEP TO CALL ANY OF THEM. AS HE SETTLED HIMSELF ON THE COUCH IN HIS LIVING ROOM, RELIEVED CHARLOTTE WASN'T AT HOME RIGHT NOW SO HE DIDN'T HAVE TO HAVE THAT CONVERSATION YET, HE DEBATED TURNING ON THE TV BUT DECIDED AGAINST IT. HE'D PRACTICALLY BECOME ANOTHER CUSHION ON THE COUCH BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH TIME HE'D SPENT ON IT AFTER THEIR BABY DIED, AND THE IDEA OF FALLING BACK INTO THE PATTERN MADE HIM SICK TO HIS STOMACH.

HIS BLACK HEAD OF HAIR FELL BACK AGAINST THE BACK OF THE COUCH AND HE SIGHED LOUDLY, HIS HAND FLIPPING HIS TOUCHSCREEN PHONE OVER AND OVER IN CIRCLES IN HIS FINGERS. HE WAS BORED. THIS BODED ILL FOR HIS SURROUNDINGS. PORTER HAD THE TENDENCY TO GET DESTRUCTIVE WHEN HE WAS BORED. HE'D CLIMBED OVER THE OBSTACLE OF FEELING THAT IT WAS EITHER HIS FAULT OR CHARLOTTE'S FOR WHAT HAD HAPPENED WITH THEIR BABY, AND HE WAS READY TO FALL TO HIS KNEES AND BEG HER TO FORGIVE HIM FOR HIS ALCOHOL-INDUCED BREAKDOWN, BUT SHE WASN'T HERE. THAT PROBABLY BODED ILL FOR HIM AS WELL, BUT HE TRIED NOT TO DWELL ON THE OBVIOUS. THERE WAS A VERY HIGH POSSIBILITY HE WAS GOING TO LOSE HER FOR GOOD THIS TIME - HE'D JUST SCREWED UP TOO MANY TIMES FOR THERE TO BE AN EXTRA HELPING OF FORGIVENESS IN HER - BUT HE PRAYED IT WOULDN'T BE. SOMEDAY, HE KNEW, HE WOULD BE A MAN WORTHY OF HER LOVE, BUT NOW WAS NOT THAT DAY. ALL HE NEEDED TO DO NOW WAS TO TEST IF HER LOVE FOR HIM WAS AS STRONG AS SHE NEEDED HIS LOVE FOR HER TO BE.

SO LOST WAS HE IN HIS THOUGHTS THAT HE DIDN'T REALIZE HIS PHONE WAS VIBRATING IN HIS HAND UNTIL HE'D ALMOST MISSED THE CALL. FLIPPING IT FACE-UP, HE SAW SVETLANA'S NAME AND NUMBER ON THE CALLER ID, AND HE SLID THE ON-SCREEN BUTTON TO THE RIGHT TO ANSWER. LIFTING THE PHONE TO HIS EAR, HE BEGAN TO SAY HELLO, BUT HE CHOKED ON THE WORD AS THE PHONE SEEMED TO FALL AWAY FROM HER. SOME SHUFFLING ECHOED THROUGH TO HIM, AND HIS BROW DREW DOWN IN CONFUSION AND CONSTERNATION. "SVET?" HE ASKED, WONDERING IF SHE'D DROPPED THE PHONE IN THE TOILET OR SOMETHING. THEN, HIS BLOOD RAN COLD AS HE HEARD A CRASH AND THEN A MALE VOICE TALKING TO HER. "Princess? Baby!?!? SVETLANA, PLEASE. PLEASE WAKE UP." THEN, SILENCE.

ALTHOUGH HE'D NEVER SEEN THE YOUNG MAN, PORTER KNEW THE VOICE MUST BELONG TO NON OTHER THAN SVETLANA'S 'NOLAN'. HE GROUND HIS TEETH, COMING TO A REALIZATION AS TO WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HIS BEST FRIEND. BY THE WORRIED TONE IN NOLAN'S VOICE - A TONE HE IGNORED BECAUSE HE'D RATHER HATE THE DRUG DEALER THAN ADMIT IT WAS SEVVIE'S CHOICE TO BE IN LOVE WITH WHO SHE WANTED NO MATTER WHAT HE THOUGHT - PORTER ASSUMED SVETLANA HAD DONE SOMETHING HE'D BEEN HOPING SHE WOULDN'T SINCE HE'D FOUND OUT SHE'D KILLED THE BABY HE'D GOTTEN HER PREGNANT WITH DUE TO DRUG USE. SHE HAD FINALLY OVERDOSED. SWEAT BROKE OUT ON HIS FOREHEAD, AND HE SLID TO HIS FEET, GRABBING HIS LEATHER JACKET FROM THE RACK NEAR THE DOOR. "THURSTON, GET THE CAR. I WANT YOU TO DROP ME OFF IN THE DIRTIEST PART OF TOWN YOU CAN FIND. NO ONE," HE STOPPED AND GAVE HIS BUTLER A HARD LOOK, "I REPEAT, NO ONE, IS TO KNOW ABOUT THIS."

THE OLD MAN KNEW EVEN CHARLOTTE COULD NEVER FIND OUT WHATEVER IT WAS PORTER WAS ABOUT TO DO. A SMALL PART OF HIM FELT GUILTY FOR THE IDEA FORMING IN HIS HEAD - IT WAS SVETLANA'S PERSONAL LIFE CHOICE, AFTER ALL, TO DATE THIS GUY - BUT HE'D BEEN FEELING SO MUCH GUILT LATELY THAT THE SMALLEST INKLING OF THE EMOTION MADE HIM ANGRY AND HE SHOVED ALL OF THE GUILT AWAY. IF SEVVIE COULDN'T SAVE HERSELF, THEN HE WOULD DO IT FOR HER. OBVIOUSLY, THIS NOLAN PERSON WAS A BAD INFLUENCE IN HER LIFE.

HE ORDERED HIS DRIVER TO TAKE HIM, FIRST, TO SVETLANA'S HOUSE. ONCE THERE, HE EASILY GOT IN SINCE IT WAS UNLOCKED AND EMPTY, AND HE SEARCHED THE MOST OBVIOUS ROOMS UNTIL HE FOUND WHAT HE WAS LOOKING FOR. ON THE FLOOR, PARTIALLY HIDDEN, IN THE ROOM WHERE THE NEEDLES AND HEROIN WERE, LAY HER CELLPHONE. SCOOPING IT UP, HE HURRIED BACK DOWN TO HIS CAR, SEARCHING THROUGH THE CONTACTS AS HE TOLD THE DRIVER TO GO ON TO THEIR NEXT DESTINATION. AS THE CAR MOVED, HE SEARCHED THROUGH THE PHONE LIST UNTIL HE FOUND NOLAN'S NAME. SURELY THE MAN WOULD BE DESPERATE, WOULD NEED THAT EXTRA LITTLE BIT OF MONEY HE COULD GET FROM A DRUG DEAL TO 'SAVE' HIS PRINCESS, AND THEN PORTER WOULD NAIL HIM. A DARK SMILE CURVED OVER PORTER'S FACE AT THE THOUGHT. HE DIALED THE NUMBER ON HIS PHONE SO NOLAN WOULD HAVE NO IDEA WHO WAS CALLING WHEN HE ANSWERED.

FINALLY, A MALE VOICE ANSWERED THE PHONE, RAGGED AND EXHAUSTED SOUNDING BUT PORTER DIDN'T CARE, AND PORTER FORCED HIMSELF TO CALM DOWN. HE WANTED TO YELL AT THE IDIOT FOR GETTING HER ADDICTED IN THE FIRST PLACE, BUT HE KNEW THAT WOULD DO NO GOOD. SO INSTEAD, HE USED HIS MOST BUSINESS-LIKE TONE AND LAID OUT HIS PROPOSITION. "I WANT A POUND OF COKE. I'LL PAY 150 G'S IF YOU CAN GET IT TO ME RIGHT NOW. MEET ME IN THE ALLEY BEHIND VELVET REVOLVER IN TWENTY MINUTES." SATISFIED HE HAD GOTTEN THE YOUNG MAN'S ATTENTION, PORTER HUNG UP THE PHONE. IF NOLAN WOULD FALL INTO HIS TRAP, THEN IT WOULD ALL WORK OUT. HE'D GET SVET SOME HELP TO GET OFF THE DRUGS, AND HE'D EVEN HELP HER FIND A BETTER GUY AFTER THAT DRUGGIE WAS BEHIND BARS, IF NOT FOR GOOD, THEN FOR LONG ENOUGH THAT SVETLANA COULD FORGET ABOUT HIM AND MOVE ON. ON HIS OWN PHONE, HE DIALED THE NON-EMERGENCY LINE AT THE POLICE STATION. "YES, I WOULD LIKE TO REPORT A DRUG DEAL GOING DOWN BEHIND MY NIGHT CLUB."

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1130, NOLANA , outfit, HOPE IT'S ALRIGHT! SORRY YOU GUYS HAD TO WAIT ON ME <3
SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE
made by ANYA of caution 2.0

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[hkblood]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] LIFE GOES ON, IT GETS SO HEAVY The Words: 600 The Outfit: this The Notes: here we go Watching the woman you love be rushed into the intensive care unit - it would drain any man out and Nolan was no exception. They measured her vitals sighs, her temperature, pulse, breathing rate, blood pressure, the sound of her heart. Suddenly he could see through that teeny-tiny window they were hooking her up breathing support and fluids by IV. Nolan couldn’t sit still even if they tried making him, he paced back and forth and waited to hear what was going on with Svetlana. How she was, if she was going to make it, what she had took. He knew she was doing skag, but this was worse than skag, she started doing something else. He didn’t sell to her, he only sold to other people so he could buy her a ring, but he didn’t know if he could keep selling. Now that this had happened, he didn’t know if he could live with himself. If his princess didn’t live, he didn’t want to live without her. When they moved her to another room, Nolan followed behind and waited in the seat beside her. He held her pale hand and watched her with eyes filled with worry. What had been wrong? What had happened? She was telling him so many things, but she didn’t tell him what had happened – she just went to her room. If she had just talked to him about what had happened, this would have happened and she wouldn’t be lying in a hospital bed. The bill would be expensive and he didn’t know how they would afford to pay it off when she was planning on quitting working with her mum. But he knew she was doing it for him and he was grateful, because that mean she would be all his. He loved her, Nolan loved her so much and he didn’t know what to say to her, but the doctors said she would be okay with rest. She would rest up, Nolan would make her, but then they would pack up everything they had and move to Russia like she wanted. He was dozing in and out, his hand laced and gripped tightly to his princess; he didn’t hear or feel is phone buzzing at first. Yawning, he drowsily patted himself down until he found the phone. It was probably one of his clients, so he answered it. “Hello?” he barely managed to utter out. The male on the other line voice made Nolan blink and hold the phone away from his ear. His voice was too loud for him to handle, but when he heard how much he was skeptical. It was enough money to handle the new medical bill, so swallowing a lump, he let go of her hand. “I’ll be back princess. I need to do this, so we can pay off the bill and buy our tickets to leave.” He stood, stretching, made his way to his supplier but the cut they gave him was nowhere near a hundred and fifty grand, but he couldn’t be nice. He needed the money. And when he got there, waited for what seemed too long, he didn’t know where the guy was, but when it hit Nolan that he had been rigged, the cops were there and his face hit the pavement. He couldn’t fight them, he went down willingly. Forgive my princess, he thought as they read his Miranda rights and took the coke from him. Forgive me princess for wanting to save you, I left your side and now we’ll be apart. I love you Svetlana, forgive me. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[PORTER MIDDLETON]

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STANDING IN THE SHADOWS NEAR A BACK CORNER OF THE NIGHTCLUB, PORTER MOMENTARILY PONDERED ACTUALLY APPROACHING THE MAN WHO ARRIVED IN THE ALLEY. HE COULD SEE LITTLE OF THE MAN'S FACE IN THE SHADOWS, BUT HE SAW THE SHARP CURVES OF HIS NOSE AND JAW AND HIS BUZZED HAIRCUT. TO PORTER, HE LOOKED IDENTICAL TO HIS MENTAL IMAGE OF A DRUG DEALER. HE'D SEEN THEM BEFORE - HE'D GOTTEN THEM ARRESTED BEFORE BECAUSE HE WAS A DOUCHE - BUT HE'D NEVER DIRECTLY DEALT WITH THIS ONE. AND THIS WAS THE GUY WHO WAS TO BLAME FOR SVETLANA'S CURRENT CONDITION. LITTLE DID PORTER KNOW THAT ALTHOUGH NOLAN HAD BEEN THE ONE TO START SEVVIE ON THE DRUGS, HE WAS ALSO THE ONE WHO WISHED BEYOND ALL HOPE THAT SHE WOULD GET OFF OF IT. PORTER COULDN'T KNOW THAT, SO INSTEAD, HE STOOD HATING THE MAN FROM THE SHADOWS. WHEN THE COPS FLOODED INTO THE ALLEYWAY, PORTER SMILED TO HIMSELF, PLEASED THAT THE BASTARD WAS GOING TO GO AWAY FOR QUITE A WHILE. SVETLANA WOULD BE SAFE NOW. SHE COULD FIND SOMEONE WHO SHE REALLY LOVED AND NOT FROM A DRUG-INDUCED STUPOR.

WALKING BACK TO HIS WAITING LIMO, HE ORDERED THE DRIVER TO TAKE HIM TO THE HOSPITAL. PULLING HIS CELLPHONE OUT OF HIS POCKET, HE TEXTED CHARLOTTE SWIFTLY, HOPING SHE WOULDN'T HATE HIM DESPITE THE NEWS HE HAD TO GIVE HER AND ALSO FEELING THE PAIN OF MISSING HER ONCE AGAIN. SHE NEEDED TO KNOW HER FORMER BEST FRIEND WAS IN THE HOSPITAL, EVEN IF SHE STILL HATED HER AND SHE HATED HIM. SENDING THE MESSAGE, HE SHOVED THE PHONE BACK INTO HIS COAT AND REALIZED THE LIMO HAD ALREADY ARRIVED AT TEH HOSPITAL.

BEFORE LONG, HE WAS EXITING THE ELEVATOR ON THE FLOOR WHERE SVETLANA WAS ROOMED AND HE WALKED TO THE DOOR TO HER ROOM, KNOCKING SOFTLY BEFORE WALKING THROUGH THE OPEN DOORWAY. SHE LOOKED SO DRAINED AND WEAK, AND THE SIGHT PAINED HIM, NOT LIKE SEEING CHARLOTTE ONLY WEEKS BEFORE HAD PAINED HIM, BUT IN A DIFFERENT WAY. THIS WAS HIS BEST FRIEND, AND HE HURT TO SEE HER HURT. HE HOPED THAT BASTARD ROTTED IN JAIL. "SEVVIE..." HE WHISPERED AS HE STOOD AT HER BEDSIDE, HIS HAND GENTLY TOUCHING THE BACK OF HER EMACIATED HAND. SHE LOOKED NOTHING LIKE THE TANNED TEMPTRESS HE'D FIRST MET MANY MONTHS AGO. "I'M SORRY HE DID THIS TO YOU..." HE REACHED UP AND BRUSHED HER BROWN HAIR BACK FROM HER FACE. "I'M HERE NOW. HE'S GONE FOR A LONG TIME. YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT HIM ANYMORE." IF ONLY HE'D KNOWN WHAT A HORRENDOUS MISTAKE HE'D MADE. BUT WOULD HE CARE IF HE KNEW THE TRUTH?

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SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE
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