[A photo album. Full of memories- City memories. Things that he never, ever wanted to forget, should the time come that he returned home for good (there was always the possibility looming over them). Each picture (each memory) had been painstakingly arranged- he knew that if he were to hold a ruler to them, the pictures would be spaced the same distance apart. The sizes of the pictures were taken into consideration as well.
...Everything that he would've done, every small detail that he would have considered, she had done, had considered.
There's a lump in his throat when he glances up from one of the pages at her.]
Okay? It's...
[She'd have to infer from his expression what he wanted to say, because words were failing him.]
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surpraiz action; THIS MIGHT BE MY LAST TAG OF THE NIGHT. ;~; WE'LL SEE.
Date: 2008-11-01 04:16 am (UTC)...Everything that he would've done, every small detail that he would have considered, she had done, had considered.
There's a lump in his throat when he glances up from one of the pages at her.]
Okay? It's...
[She'd have to infer from his expression what he wanted to say, because words were failing him.]