she presses a kiss to his neck and closes her eyes to block the tears, her soft voice muffled by his skin *i love you Eli* -- hollys room

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Date Posted: 18:50:30 07/15/01 Sun
Author: Holly
Subject: she presses a kiss to his neck and closes her eyes to block the tears, her soft voice muffled by his skin *i love you Eli*
In reply to: Eli 's message, "*he sighs and swallows stroking her back*" on 18:44:45 07/15/01 Sun

>I was dumped by my druggie parents. My first home was
>alright I remember liking it but nothing else. Then I
>grew past the baby toddler stage and they past me
>on.This family already had children, *his eyes harden,
>a menacing air surrounding him* They couldn't handle
>me cause I wouldn't let them. So I took off. I was
>about 8 at the time. I found a shelter and an old man
>that was willing to share. The shelter called DCFS on
>me but the old man took me in he covered for
>me.Claimed I was his own, and after that day I acted
>as though I was. The old man taught me the ways of the
>streets and how to make it on my own *his eyes soften
>a tear glistening but never falling as he remembers
>the end his voice quivers with tears* The booze hound
>was finally taken by just that, his booze *he closes
>his eyes the cold harsh reality rushing back to him,
>the violence the murders the pain, all hitting him at
>once, but he refuses to reveal that part of history,
>she didn't need to know that* And I was on my own.
>That's my past *he sighs waiting for her reaction*

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*he nuzzles the top of her head* You ok princess? (NT) -- Eli, 18:56:51 07/15/01 Sun