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He watched her longingly before turning away and silently heading out. Thinking of his shirts that he left for her.
She buried her face in his chest, saying nothing.
(A few weeks? When they have/meet S/Os?)
He said nothing, going upstairs to pack. After he finished, he looked around with a saddened expression, leaving his cologne on the bedside table...
"Please.. Don't go?"
(Where to?)
Francis entered the house, feeling sick. He hoped she wouldn't notice him come in. He didn't want to have to talk to her before leaving. The...
She moved closer, her brows furrowed.
(Zoop?)
(Yoop!)
"That it'll start to hurt more.."
She didn't reply, simply going back down.
He said nothing, getting into his car with a sick feeling.
She was quiet, pulling away slightly. "I'm just worried.."
She nodded wordlessly, turning slightly. "I'm gonna go finish working with the cannons."
"You.. You took our baby."
"Row.. Please?"
Her smile faded slightly. "Alright.."
He began looking panicked. "Why?"
"You're hurt," she murmured. "You shouldn't."
