May 17, 2009 19:27
Jack had come home from the marina, showered, and began to dress but stopped as he caught sight of his body in the mirror, and all the scars.
Wearing nothing but his boxers he was standing in front of the mirror with a serious expression, taking stock.
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"If you will believe me, I was just looking at these marks trying to remember how I got them. Some of the biggest ones, I don't recall the circumstances at all... and this one," he turned to point at a small circle on the small of his back, the smallest scar of all, "Was the most painful wound of all... well, until... and that didn't leave a mark at all."
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"I am not sure, dear girl," Jack searched for the words to explain.
"Trying to put...a hurt...in it's place...no, that's not right..." He sighed, then smiled again, "trying to see where everything fits..."
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"I wish I could be sure," he looked at her searchingly, then shook his head,
"Oh my dear, girl, I didn't mean to make you fret. I am sorry."
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"I am feeling bad that I won't be there, that you have to do everything alone, and yet I'm trying not to be jealous that you will be with her...she had and is going to have a beautiful smile. Oh dear girl, I am fretting that I will miss those smiles, but glad that they will be there for you, and I am a sad fellow." The smile was still there, more genuine than it had been, yet tears were flowing freely down his cheeks.
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