<font color=white> She was so delicate, like he could destroy her emotions in just a few moments in time. He tipped his head in her direction, biting his lips for a moment - just enjoying the feeling of her soft hands on him. His heart squeezed at the sound of her voice catching, his eyes moving up to hers. "Maddy...your doing good...betcha got some friends now, go out sometimes, go to starbucks and the mall and classes..." He shook his head, his smile a ruefull, bittersweet one. "Not rehab and doctors appointments." </font color> -- RD Present: Caf� Brio

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Date Posted: Fri, Aug 19 2005, 12:38am PDT
Author: Brandon
Subject: She was so delicate, like he could destroy her emotions in just a few moments in time. He tipped his head in her direction, biting his lips for a moment - just enjoying the feeling of her soft hands on him. His heart squeezed at the sound of her voice catching, his eyes moving up to hers. "Maddy...your doing good...betcha got some friends now, go out sometimes, go to starbucks and the mall and classes..." He shook his head, his smile a ruefull, bittersweet one. "Not rehab and doctors appointments."
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She shook her head slowly, fingers pushing through his soft hair before cupping his cheek, thumb tracing his fine lips quietly, a soft sigh escaping her. "It's not like that, Brandon... Not Doctor's or Starbucks - it's you or not you." She corrected him gently, her own head tipping towards him a little and her lower lip finding its way between her teeth. She couldn't help it - she just wanted to be with him, not to be wondering if he was even still alive. (NT) -- Maddy, Fri, Aug 19 2005, 12:44am PDT