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Ameh · 12-29-2015, 12:18 AM

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Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

There had certainly been a time when Emmalee never wanted to see Raiden again. And then that had given way just to an assumption that, want to or not, she probably never would. But it didn't stop him from popping up here or there. When she finally removed all of her things from Maribeth's when she'd started University and found a book he'd lent her. Or when she'd finally begun to travel and had remembered how he'd suggested it and she'd dismissed it. When Derek left her and she bitterly wondered if Raiden would end up being the only one who hadn't cared about her past.

When she sat in her old room the night before her wedding and realized that a chance encounter at 19 completely changed her life.

"And it's really you?" she said, pulling back from the hug eventually. Her eyes still searched his face, as if straining to find anything that would disprove that it was him sitting there with her. She had so many questions. Where had he been? What was he doing? She found her gaze almost instinctively dropping to his hand to look for a ring... did he have someone? Was he happy?

"I wrote you a letter," she said finally, shifting Roz to her other shoulder. "About a year and a half ago.. never sent it."

The way she was looking at him brought the familiar burn of red to his face, and he scratched at the back of his head with an almost sheepish smile as he sat up straight again. Much like the first time they'd met, Raiden wasn't very sure what the social protocol was for this. It wasn't like he'd had many experiences in the way of this; Rai hadn't made a habit of relationships. It wasn't easy to maintain them with his workload.

Women didn't tend to like being such a far second to his job, which was a hellish and demanding first.

She'd written him. He felt guilt pile in his stomach; was he the one that had cut off contact first? He'd moved so far away... it had gotten harder to write, harder still to get away. There were so many people he'd wanted to write to, but... how had he let it turn out this way?

"You did?" He looked at the child on her shoulder, and the one in the stroller that seemed so content. Big changes... it was so strange, after all this time. He wasn't sure if it was fair to even ask. "What... was it about? The letter, I mean..."

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Ameh DIMC Boggart Join Date: Oct 2003 Posts: 29,830 x4	♥Dunkin \| Pixie's Precious Pea \| kpop goddess \| sneaky sounder \| forever slytherin♥ Quote: Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe There had certainly been a time when Emmalee never wanted to see Raiden again. And then that had given way just to an assumption that, want to or not, she probably never would. But it didn't stop him from popping up here or there. When she finally removed all of her things from Maribeth's when she'd started University and found a book he'd lent her. Or when she'd finally begun to travel and had remembered how he'd suggested it and she'd dismissed it. When Derek left her and she bitterly wondered if Raiden would end up being the only one who hadn't cared about her past. When she sat in her old room the night before her wedding and realized that a chance encounter at 19 completely changed her life. "And it's really you?" she said, pulling back from the hug eventually. Her eyes still searched his face, as if straining to find anything that would disprove that it was him sitting there with her. She had so many questions. Where had he been? What was he doing? She found her gaze almost instinctively dropping to his hand to look for a ring... did he have someone? Was he happy? "I wrote you a letter," she said finally, shifting Roz to her other shoulder. "About a year and a half ago.. never sent it." The way she was looking at him brought the familiar burn of red to his face, and he scratched at the back of his head with an almost sheepish smile as he sat up straight again. Much like the first time they'd met, Raiden wasn't very sure what the social protocol was for this. It wasn't like he'd had many experiences in the way of this; Rai hadn't made a habit of relationships. It wasn't easy to maintain them with his workload. Women didn't tend to like being such a far second to his job, which was a hellish and demanding first. She'd written him. He felt guilt pile in his stomach; was he the one that had cut off contact first? He'd moved so far away... it had gotten harder to write, harder still to get away. There were so many people he'd wanted to write to, but... how had he let it turn out this way? "You did?" He looked at the child on her shoulder, and the one in the stroller that seemed so content. Big changes... it was so strange, after all this time. He wasn't sure if it was fair to even ask. "What... was it about? The letter, I mean..."