[Inside the room where he had picked that isn't near Angeal's or in any place that he is familiar with, his dog Justice barked once when his PCD vibrates on the weathered nightstand. His head slowly turns on the pillow, his face showing signs of aging at least five years. Everything has been so hard lately.
His hand reaches for the device, even after he had sent the message, there is no turning back on the path he had started. He flips it open, half expecting the message to be a scolding one, his heart drops instead but it's a relief at the same time.]
No. I'm sorry. He's not with me. I want him to be. I have so many questions I need to ask.
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Date: 2014-01-19 07:24 am (UTC)His hand reaches for the device, even after he had sent the message, there is no turning back on the path he had started. He flips it open, half expecting the message to be a scolding one, his heart drops instead but it's a relief at the same time.]
No. I'm sorry. He's not with me. I want him to be. I have so many questions I need to ask.