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I hate every word of that sentence.
Seriously.
Particularly the we portion considering I don’t even know who “we” is.
Does it include the supposed groom?
No clue.
And why don’t I have a clue?
Because he hasn’t left one.
Things are worse than they were when we first met.
Back then, I may not have had his face, but I had his voice.
His written words.
His presence.
Now?
This will be the first time I’ve seen him since he found out the giant family secret his parents clearly hoped would stay buried.
He hasn’t left that bat basement once to my knowledge.
Not to eat.
Not to sleep.
Not to shower or shit, although there is a small ensuite bathroom I imagine he’s using for those chores.
And the only people who have been allowed in?
Luther with security reports.
J.T. with business ones.
Even the idiots who have been supplying him with bottles and bottles of alcohol around the clock are told to just leave it at his door.
That he’ll grab them when he needs them.
Clark has done everything he possibly can to reassure me that this bump will pass, that Wes just needs a little more time to digest the truths he never expected to receive, that I’m more important than anything he may have discovered in those boxes he’s building the world’s worst fort with, but I’m having a hard time believing him.
Maybe because the last two events for his company that we were supposed to attend together, I magically attended alone.
Maybe because we haven’t slept under the same roof in the past eight days?
Or maybe because I haven’t received more than ten words – via text at that – from him in the last ten?
I exit out of the text from Valora and open the conversation thread with my fiancé.
The same thread that has me keeping my phone glued to my palm in hopes of seeing new words in.
I’ve been feeling this dull, gnawing pain in my gut lately that I’m begging Bones is just like preggers indigestion and not an annoying warning buzzer that my ship has been critically hit.
“There.” Hill casually points at the same time he leans over from his chair to my right. “C-H-E-E-T-A-H.”
