Split Mind Part 1.1
anonymous
July 21 2009, 02:40:58 UTC
This is a sneak peak since I haven't finished the part yet. I read this request and just HAD to write it, so I'm putting a bags on it :P Hopes it's what you want... _________________________________________________________________________
One Body, Spli Mind
Part 1:
I love you; I hate you!
Matthew had been balling his eyes out. Francois had tried his best to comfort the young boy, rocking him backwards and forwards in the bed. No matter what he said, the child just wouldn’t tell him what was wrong.
“Matthew, sweetie; please tell me what is wrong.” But he only clung onto the older man’s shirt, crying. Francois kissed him on the head as Matthew began to settle down.
He was going to place the boy back onto the bed, but found it difficult with Matthew clinging to his shirt. She smiled down and ask, “Do you want to sleep in with me, my darling?”
The young child nodded, his sobs sub-siding. Francois took the small child into his room and laid him on the double bed, before slipping in next to him. He sighed as Matthew moved closer to him, clinging to his shirt once again. The Frenchman held the small figure, realising that he would have to see ‘him’ tomorrow about Matthew.
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One Body, Spli Mind
Part 1:
I love you; I hate you!
Matthew had been balling his eyes out. Francois had tried his best to comfort the young boy, rocking him backwards and forwards in the bed. No matter what he said, the child just wouldn’t tell him what was wrong.
“Matthew, sweetie; please tell me what is wrong.” But he only clung onto the older man’s shirt, crying. Francois kissed him on the head as Matthew began to settle down.
He was going to place the boy back onto the bed, but found it difficult with Matthew clinging to his shirt. She smiled down and ask, “Do you want to sleep in with me, my darling?”
The young child nodded, his sobs sub-siding. Francois took the small child into his room and laid him on the double bed, before slipping in next to him. He sighed as Matthew moved closer to him, clinging to his shirt once again. The Frenchman held the small figure, realising that he would have to see ‘him’ tomorrow about Matthew.
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