[Locked to Fletcher]

[fellfrommyheart]

 [There's a lot of crossings out on this journal at first, because Dylan fails at writing things and she's not entirely sure what she should say. But then there is:]

if you were wondering where i am, i went out of chicago for a little while.

i went home to try and start to sort out some things.

its stuff you don't know about but old you kinda did but

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[knowmycall]

Hey, sweetheart. I was wondering where you ran off to.

You alright?

[fellfrommyheart]

no

yes

kinda.

going home was hard.
seeing my dad was harder.

[knowmycall]

[Fletch... doesn't really know how that goes, but he can sympathize.

He's not sure what to write, though, so his reply is a bit delayed.]

Wanna go somewhere and talk about it? Or, alternatively, go somewhere to get your mind off of it?

Or not go somewhere?

Something?

[fellfrommyheart]

yes.

[That's probably the answer to all of those questions. Or something.]

id like that. :)