Tonight it's Fate - Part Six

Sep 29, 2015 20:20



Tonight it's Fate -- Part Six

Writer: Ally (wasted_rawkstar)
Fandom: Simple Plan
Rating: R
Summary: David's not sure he's taking the right path in his life. After an ill-fated motorcycle ride with friends he's even less sure, but he's not going to let that stop him from going after what his heart wants. He just has to hope that who he offers his heart to won't throw it back in his face.

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five


“Holy shit dude, I feel like I haven’t seen you forever,” Jeff said as David walked up to the table in their usual bar.

He laughed and shrugged before they shared a brief hug. “It’s been like a week and a half,” he replied as they pulled away.

Jeff sat back down with a smirk. “Yeah, but still… isn’t that a long time for us? We’re usually attached at the hip whenever we’re home. I totally thought we were gonna do the record store thing last Saturday.”

“Ohh fuck.” He shook his head in disappointment as he settled back on the bench across from Jeff. “That was Saturday wasn’t it? I totally spaced.”

He frowned. “How could you space that? You’d been talking about it for weeks.” David made a face instead of answering the question, which made Jeff further intrigued. He had wondered if there was something going on with David, and now it seemed that there definitely was, but would the bassist own up to it?

Stacey came to their table then with a smile. “Your usual?” she asked.

Jeff nodded, but David shook his head. “Do you have the Brasserie Dunham Black IPA?”

Suddenly Stacey looked vaguely impressed and she nodded. “We got it in last week… 16 or 22 ounce?”

“Ah, I’ll go for 22,” he replied.

Jeff looked more surprised and Stacey nodded. “Be right back,” she told them.

“Okay,” the guitarist said as she walked away, “how do you know about a beer before me, and since when do you drink beer here anyway? Weren’t you going for the mule record?”

He smirked and shrugged, glancing toward the door before checking his phone as he set it on the table. “Just felt like something different,” he said.

“Really? I know Frank’s not in town, so who would you be hanging out drinking with that isn’t me?”

He laughed. “I have other friends… you just seem to forget about that because we’re always together.”

He raised an eyebrow skeptically, not sure if he should buy David’s remark or not. “But since we haven’t been together…” he trailed off, watching as his friend’s eyes landed on the front door of the bar again. He’d dismissed the first glance, but after the second one it was clear that David was expecting someone, but who? If it was Ani, or one of their other mutual friends, he would have said something when he came in. He stayed silent, watching David check his phone again. Now he was sure. He sat back further in his chair and took a drink of water, hesitating to call his friend out for the secrecy.

“I don’t know,” David finally said after a minute. “I’ve just been busy lately.”

Jeff was slow to reply, meeting his friend’s eyes before speaking. “That’s not something I hear from you very often.” David scoffed, but Jeff didn’t let him rebuke the statement. “What are you busy with?” David’s eyes went to his phone. “And why the hell are you so spaced out today?”

He opened his mouth, a quick retort on his tongue, but faltered as he saw who’d just walked into the bar. “It’ll all make sense in a second,” he replied, a relieved smile coming onto his face.

Jeff shook his head, not quite keeping up with David’s mood swing. “What’ll make sense?”

The question was lost as the bassist stood up then, nodding for Louna to come join them.

She’d hesitated upon seeing Jeff sitting with David, unsure that she was really ready to begin the friend introductions. But if David was ready for her to meet Jeff then she knew she had to be comfortable with it. She wove her way between the tables, a bashful smile on her face as David still stood, waiting for her. She shook her head as she put her purse down. “You didn’t have to,” she told him.

He shrugged and leaned in, kissing her cheeks lightly. “I wanted to.”

Her face flushed slightly and they finally settled across from Jeff.

The guitarist wore an amused smile as he looked at David. “And suddenly it does make sense,” he said.

David shot him a knowing look and gestured between them. “Jeff, this is Louna. Louna, Jeff.”

They exchanged smiled and the guitarist reached over to take her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She nodded, meeting his eyes. “Thank you… you too.” She gave David a sideways glance. “Though I wasn’t totally expecting this tonight.”

Jeff laughed as they dropped hands and he shook his head at David. “Seriously? You didn’t tell her what she was walking into?”

He glanced between them, shrugging slightly. “I didn’t want to make it a big deal for you to meet.”

Louna’s smile was gentle and Jeff knew then that her demeanor was pretty laidback. “Oh no,” she replied, teasing David a bit, “definitely no big deal to meet your best friend.” She finished with an eye-roll at Jeff, making him laugh.

“Okay, I fucked up,” David admitted, slouching in the seat a little.

Louna shook her head and pulled him back up, reaching to lace their fingers together. “It’s fine,” she reassured him quietly. “But next time, think about how you’d feel walking in to meet my friends and I hadn’t told you they’d be there.”

They met eyes and David nodded, feeling his stomach drop even further into his chest. He’d made a huge mistake, and was thankful that Louna seemed to be letting it slide. “I’m sorry,” he replied, squeezing her hand.

She smiled, then leaned over to kiss him lightly, her intuition telling her she wasn’t out of line to do such a thing in front of Jeff. “You’re forgiven,” she replied as she pulled away.

David smiled, but the moment was broken when Stacey brought the beers to the table. She glanced at Louna, a vague sense of recognition in her eyes. “Don’t tell me… Seabreeze?”

Louna grinned, laughing as she recalled the night the waitress remembered her from. “Terrific memory,” she said, but shook her head. “I’ll actually have a La Blanche Cheval Blanc.”

Stacey nodded. “You got it. What size?”

“22.”

They shared a smile before Stacey left and Jeff looked amused once again. “Good beer choice,” he commended her. “Did you introduce David to the Black IPA?”

She glanced at David’s drink before meeting Jeff’s eyes. “Uh, not really?” She looked back to her boyfriend (oh god, did she really just think of him as that? Was it true? They had kissed in front of his best friend and he hadn’t freaked out… but were they official yet?), shoving her doubtful thoughts aside and met his gaze. “Was that what you had on Saturday?”

Jeff raised an eyebrow then, explicitly understanding now why David had been a no-show for the record store event.

He nodded, ignoring the look from his friend. “Yeah, it was pretty good… thought I’d give it a second try.”

Louna smiled and reached for David’s glass. “Since I didn’t get to try it then…” He chuckled as she took a sip. She shrugged as she set the glass back down. “A little bitter for my taste,” she assessed.

Jeff smirked. “Then you might have to rethink dating him,” he said with a wicked smile at David.

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “I’m not even,” he replied.

Louna’s laugh was bright. “I’ll keep an eye out, but I haven’t seen that side yet,” she told the guitarist.

He nodded at her. “He’ll show you the jaded part… just you wait.”

Stacey returned then with Louna’s drink. “All right, any appetizers for you or is this going to do it for now?” she asked, setting the beer down.

They all looked at one another, Louna shaking her head at David before Jeff replied. “I think we’re good for now. Thanks, Stacey.” She smiled and nodded as she left.

“Probably nothing here you can have anyway,” David said to Louna then. “Maybe some carrot sticks?”

She smiled, laughing just slightly. “That and the hummus plate,” she told him.

Jeff looked at her curiously. “Vegetarian?” he ventured.

“Vegan,” she replied nonchalantly.

His eyes widened in surprise. “And you make it work?”

She shrugged. “It’s been about six years running… think I have the hang of it now.”

Jeff looked at David. “Any changes in your future?”

David swallowed his mouthful of beer, but Louna answered before he could reply.

“Oh please,” she said, “like you’re going to make that huge lifestyle change after what? Our fifth date?” She scoffed. “Get back to me in two years… maybe.”

David laughed as he put his beer down, enjoying the look on his friend’s face. It seemed as though Jeff was surprised to hear that not only did Louna not expect him to adopt the lifestyle, but that they’d already reached their fifth date, let alone made it to the third. He smirked to himself as he looked over at Louna, appreciating her brazen attitude toward his friend. “I guess I’ll keep that two year mark in mind,” he told her. They exchanged a look, both seeming to appraise the other’s sincerity of the statements they made.

Jeff stayed silent, glancing surreptitiously between them, feeling surprised that David had made such a remark. He hadn’t heard the bassist talk about a long relationship in years, so he knew there had to be something special with Louna. He couldn’t help but be curious about what had drawn them together, and how they had even met. However, even as he thought it, he recalled they’d been out with Anicee together for some ill-fated ride. How then, had they recovered from that? He dismissed the query, knowing it wasn’t his place to ask such a question and dig at memories that might have been best left alone.

“We’ll see if you make it that far,” came Louna’s retort to David.

Jeff openly laughed at the statement and David looked defiantly at his friend. “I think that’s a challenge I’m willing to accept,” he said, reaching for his drink and taking a large sip.

Louna smiled, holding out her glass toward David. “Bring it,” she said.

He toasted his glass with hers and smirked. “You’re on.”

Jeff shook his head then, seeing they both had an air of stubbornness that might not let them break things off when they needed, but he could also see that a breakup probably wouldn’t necessarily be inevitable. It seemed that David would want to make this relationship last, and that was important. He took a long drink as the moment held between the couple and had to laugh at Louna’s next words.

“And what song?”

David shot Jeff another look as the guitarist laughed.

“Dude, you already told her about your song thing?” He shook his head amusedly as David glowered.

“It’s a thing, okay? She would’ve found out about it sooner or later…”

“Oh bullshit… does Frank know about the song thing?”

He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed with Jeff’s reaction. “Frank’s never needed to know about the song thing, nor would he care about it… like you seem to,” he replied, then finally turned back to Louna. “It’s Pearl Jam, Black.”

She nodded, having known it was an easy song to guess. Thought she’d been too young to appreciate the band at their height, her father had played enough of the albums to make her a fan later in life. It wasn’t surprising then, that she always seemed to gravitate to rock music and guys who looked like they could be in bands, or actually was in David’s case. Her stomach suddenly constricted at the thought of introducing David to her family, wondering what they’d think of him and his career and lifestyle. Her sister had already given her an earful when she’d finally confessed to why she’d been so distracted during the Thursday night dinner. She’d ended up going to see Em on Sunday afternoon, after spending the rest of Saturday with David.

They’d finished at the restaurant and rode back to the city, stopping to have one more drink before parting ways for the night. They’d both been reluctant to say good night, but she had to keep telling herself that less was more in the beginning. So she’d spent Sunday with her sister and family, then gone home to find flowers sticking out of her mailbox. Her neighbor, Luc, had been coming out for a smoke when she found them and said he’d let a long-haired guy on a motorcycle into the building earlier. She’d just grinned and shook her head, realizing that David was going to be full of surprises for her.

“God, this song always takes me back,” Jeff said then. “Being thirteen and just shredding with it.”

Louna blushed then, taking a drink of beer and staring at the glass while she waited for the moment to pass. It stalled though, as Jeff had seen her reaction to his comment.

“Wait,” he said, “how old were you when it came out?”

She licked her lips, not knowing the exact year the album had been released. “Um, probably about three or four.”

Jeff’s eyes widened and he looked at David for confirmation.

The bassist shrugged, having quickly come to terms with the age difference. They’d spent enough time together already for him to see that she had her life together and her age wasn’t going to matter to him. They’d already gotten over it; he hoped his friends could do the same. He swallowed a drink of beer and circled his hands around the glass. “It isn’t a big deal,” he said. “Don’t make it one.”

Jeff looked doubtful and Louna shifted uncomfortably beside David, still looking down at her glass.

David squeezed her hand in reassurance. “We’re fine with it… why should it even matter?”

Jeff finally shook his head. “It shouldn’t.” He paused. “It’s cool… I was just surprised.” He smirked then. “But you do realize your favorite Prince album came out before she was born…”

David rolled his eyes. “I’m well aware.”

“Was that Purple Rain?” Louna’s voice was quiet, but David’s gaze immediately snapped to her.

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

She smiled, feeling less anxious about him meeting her father. “That’s one of my dad’s favorites,” she told him. “We watch it every Boxing Day… this weird family tradition we have.”

He smiled widely. “I like it… might have to crash that party,” he said with a wink.

She laughed, shifting a little closer to him. “I’ll see if I can get a plus-one status for the event. It’s usually a pretty strict VIP policy,” she replied smoothly.

Jeff laughed at them in between sips of beer. Louna matched David more than she knew and he was glad they’d connected, no matter how it had come about.

“I’ll count on you to sneak me on the guest list then,” David said, then leaned in and kissed her softly.

Louna melted into the kiss and hummed contently when David pulled away, her eyes bright. There were myriad things she could’ve said then, but she knew the grip she held on David’s hand would tell him everything.

He returned the gesture and waited only a few seconds before returning his attention to Jeff. He was relieve the introduction had gone so well and then wondered when he’d be able to have her meet the rest of the band. All at once his content mood derailed, realizing he had to tell Louna that he’d be gone for the next few weeks. It had been a nice six weeks at home, but there were festivals to play and other band obligations to fill that couldn’t be ignored because he’d finally found a relationship. This trip would be the first real test for them, but he knew he shouldn’t worry because Louna had already proven she was up for the challenge his life presented. She just had to trust that he was reciprocating what she offered him, and things would be all right.

The silence that had held over the table while he was thinking had turned a bit awkward, neither Jeff nor Louna being comfortable to start another conversation, instead waiting for David to break the interlude. He took a drink and fixed his eyes on the guitarist. “So, any plans for later tonight?” he asked.

Jeff shrugged, spinning his almost empty glass on the coaster. “Same old,” he replied. “Probably should get to Mangiafoco and see if they need any help with dinner service.”

Louna looked attentive then. “You’re part of Mangiafoco?”

He nodded. “I’m the main owner,” he explained. “Have two partners who invested, but I fronted the money and the ideas,” he said with a smile.

“I love that place,” she said then. “I had a friend who insisted they cater her bridal shower.” She laughed. “I think I picked up ten pizzas and about seven kilos of mozzarella.”

“Shit, I think I remember that,” Jeff said. “We joked about just making the biggest mozzarella ball possible and putting it into a bucket for pick-up.”

They all laughed and Louna nodded. “I could barely get it out of my car into her house… and my car smelled like pizza for a week and a half. It was fucking torture!”

He smiled, but shook his head. “So okay, being vegan… can you really enjoy pizza?”

She made a face, shrugging. “I’m probably missing out because of the cheese,” she conceded, “but the chef’s at Mangiafoco do a damn good job on the vegan pizza. I appreciate you even offer it because most places wouldn’t even think to.”

He nodded. “We didn’t at first, but enough people asked so the chef decided to try… glad you think it’s good.”

She smiled wryly. “Just don’t try to taste test it against real pizza.”

Jeff laughed. “No shit.” He finished his beer then and reached for his wallet.

David waved him off. “I got this one,” he said.

“Sure?”

“Yeah, go.”

He nodded as he stood up, offering his hand to Louna again. “It was really nice to meet you,” he told her.

She smiled as she shook his hand, this time with more confidence. “You too.”

They dropped hands and Jeff stepped away, pushing his chair into the table as he looked at David. “See you at the airport Tuesday?”

He nodded somewhat begrudgingly. “Yep, bright and early,” he replied.

Jeff smirked. “Don’t be put out by your job or anything.” He winked at Louna. “Bye guys.”

“Bye, Jeff,” she said. She didn’t let her voice betray the questions that immediately flooded her mind upon hearing that David was flying somewhere. Jeff was right; it was his job and she would have to get used to it.

“Later,” David said, waving slightly.

Jeff walked away and as soon as he was out of earshot, Louna turned to David, poised to ask her questions, but he cut her off.

“We’re playing festival gigs in Europe for about a week and a half,” he said. “Leaving Tuesday and getting back Saturday of the next week.” He looked down at his glass, wrapping his hands around its base. He could feel Louna processing the information. He knew it wasn’t fair to start a relationship and then up and leave for two weeks, but that was his life.

She nodded silently, seeing David’s knuckles tighten against the cup. It was clear he was unhappy with what he was telling her, and she didn’t want to add to that emotion. She set her hand lightly on his arm, making him look up and meet her gaze. “It’s okay,” she told him, honesty ringing in her voice. “It’s your job… you don’t have to feel bad about it.”

He sighed slightly, grateful that she was taking the news in stride, but was she saying it just to appease him?

“And at least this time when you ignore me for a week I’ll know you have a good reason,” she teased him.

“Ohhh…” David met her eyes, seeing them sparkle with amusement and he shook his head. “I guess I deserved that,” he replied.

She smiled and leaned over to kiss him. “You did, and hopefully that’s the last time.”

He gave her a doubtful look. “You underestimate my ability to put my foot in my mouth,” he said.

She laughed. “Then that’s something I’ll help you work on.” She finished her beer and pushed the glass away, looking at him expectantly. “Now are we continuing this evening or should I see what my girls are up to?”

David shrugged. “Up to you, but I do have comp tickets for a couple different shows tonight.”

She smiled and shook her head. “That is an unfair carrot to dangle, Monsieur Desrosiers,” she said.

He grinned. “So it worked?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course it worked… where to first?”

He kissed her lightly, then finished his beer. “Wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you,” he replied.

She rolled her eyes again and picked up her purse as David left a few bills on the table, the amount more than covering the beers they’d had. “Lead the way,” she told him.

He grinned and stood up with her, wrapping his arm around her waist as they walked out together. “Gladly.”

# # #

Silence settled over the office as Louna shut down her computer and gathered her things to leave. She’d stayed later at work that night, not only because there was a project deadline the next day, but because she needed a distraction. She couldn’t let her thoughts wander too far from her work and her diet and her friends’ trivial dramas because she knew inevitably that they’d land on David and he was in a different country. And that country was on another continent, with fifteen thousand screaming girls asking to marry him. She shook herself from her thoughts and shut off the office lights, making sure the door locked behind her; she knew she’d be the first one there the next morning, but the routines were the only thing she was holding together right then.

David had been gone for a week, and she still had to get through four more days without him. They’d had a quick dinner together the night before he’d left, and their communication since had been minimal. She didn’t want to make him feel bad for being gone, and the few messages and emails he’d sent were sweet and silly and made her miss him even more.

Today, however, she found herself a little more emotional when she thought about what he might be doing, and that’s how she realized just how much she was missing him. It seemed entirely ridiculous that she’d fallen so hard in their two short weeks together, but it had happened all the same. She sighed in resignation as she left the office and started her walk to the Metro, focusing on the busy city around her as she went. The usual bustle of Montreal was a welcome distraction because it reminded her that no matter who much she felt that her life was changing, the rest of the world continued to move right along. Her work and clients didn’t know or care that she was now dating an internationally known musician, much less that she was heartsick over his absence from the city. She had to not wallow in the feeling and continue as normal. That wasn’t to say she couldn’t feel it at all, because she’d go even crazier if that was the case. It was simply that she couldn’t let the feeling consume her.

The familiar jolting stop of the Metro jarred her from the thoughts she’d been lost in and she was only half surprised that her internal autopilot had kicked on and she was already two stops from where she got out. It was amazing how time could pass so fast or slow in certain situations, and she was happy to find it going quickly tonight. It gave her hope that the next few days wouldn’t be as bad as she’d thought. Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t be a complete wreck when David finally got back.

She exited the subway a few minutes later and quickly walked to her apartment, waving hi to Luc who was smoking out on the stoop.

“Where’s motorcycle dude?” he asked, eyeing her curiously as she dug out her keys.

“Europe,” she replied, finally snagging the bundle from where it had fallen beneath her lunch bag at the bottom of her tote bag.

“What? Really?” He turned to look at her as she opened the front door of the building.

She nodded absently, her thoughts again tilting to focus on her boyfriend’s absence. “Yeah… he’s playing some festivals over there.” Luc stared at her and she was abruptly aware that she’d said too much. She didn’t need her weird older neighbor knowing who she was dating. Luc wasn’t a creep or anything, in fact he had a wife and a son, and on more than one occasion she’d had Luc’s son water her plants for her while she’d been gone, but she needed to maintain some privacy about her relationship with David. It was too new for her to be offering the information so freely. She shrugged then. “Or something. Tell Eddie & Nancy I said hi.” She barely gave Luc time to nod in acknowledgment before she stepped inside and went up the flight of stairs to her apartment. She hoped he wouldn’t put the pieces together of who David was, but with Luc it was always a gamble. Maybe he would and maybe he wouldn’t; she didn’t want to find out tonight. Instead, she wanted to do the only other thing that would for sure get her mind off her emotions. She wanted to ride.

She quickly changed her clothes, slipping on old blue jeans and a long-sleeve black t-shirt before tugging on her boots and leather jacket. She tucked her wallet and phone into the inside pocket of the jacket and grabbed her helmet and keys on the way back out the door. Even though she was sure Luc was inside by then, she still felt relief going through the back door of the complex to the parking area off the alley. She carefully wheeled her motorcycle out from beside her car and slid onto it before putting on the helmet. Already she could feel her energy dissipating and she knew it would only even out further with the actual ride. She started the engine and let it warm up for a few moments as she thought over the route she’d take around the city. It needed to be a relatively short ride because she could already see clouds and long shadows from the buildings. She didn’t hesitate any longer. She kicked the bike into gear and rolled the throttle; letting her doubts and despair trail behind her with the bike’s exhaust fumes.

Forty minutes later when she finally cut back east through the city after chasing the sunset as long as she could, her head was clear. Her only focus was on the motorcycle beneath her and the steady rhythm of the song pumping through her helmet. The mix she’d put on was one of some 90s rock favorites that always reminded her of her dad. She needed to get out and ride with him before too long; they’d talked about a trip together the last time he’d called and now she could definitely look forward to a trip up to their cabin at the lake. The thought made her smile and she reminded herself to check in with her father later that week. She took the next turn due east and followed the main road before finally making a few turns and winding back to her apartment. The ride had been exactly what she needed. Her thoughts were settled, her emotions had evened out, and she was feeling better about David being out of town for four more days. It had been a lie when she told him it would be easier to take his non-communication this time, because he at least had a valid excuse now.

She smiled to herself as she finally came down the alley to the parking area and slowed to a stop in front of her car. The evening was quiet around her and she shut off the motorcycle then pulled off her helmet. The breeze ruffled her hair and she breathed deep. She let the air settle in her lungs as she closed her eyes, her imagination taking her to a forest with a starlit sky. The moon hung high over the trees and the sounds of the night fell around her peacefully, until the sound of a siren broke the spell and brought her back to reality. So much for that escapism.

She sighed and slid off the motorcycle, pushing it next to her car in the tight space and looping her helmet over her arm. She looked back down the alley, feeling too tired to go back to her place and deal with making dinner. Instead, she walked around the building to the small café on the opposite corner and got a salad to go. She was thankful that a guy she didn’t know too well was cashiering, because she had no energy for small talk right then. Ten minutes later she was keying into the front door of her building and looking forward to eating dinner on her couch and watching trashy TV. Halfway to her door, just as she’d taken the last step on the staircase, she realized she hadn’t checked her mailbox, and she knew she probably had bills. She looked over her shoulder to the entryway, fighting with herself. ‘Just go get your fucking mail,’ she told her feet, but her hands countered, whining about carrying too much already, and the strap of the helmet was cutting into her arm. She shook the thoughts off, going to her door and dumping everything onto the kitchen counter before finally going back to the mailbox.

Couldn’t the bills have waited until the morning? She rolled her eyes and opened the door of the slot, frowning slightly as it was much fuller than she expected. How much junk mail had she gotten? She pulled out the stack on top and her heart jumped when she saw a package with an international stamp on it. She tugged the bulky envelope from the other mail and stared at her address written on the front of it in handwriting she didn’t recognize. Was it possible? Her eyes went to the return address; an unnamed PO Box with a Montreal postal code. It had to be.

Hurriedly she pulled the rest of the mail out, shut the box, and went back up to her door. She locked it behind her and dropped all the other mail beside her salad. She studied the envelope again, but except for the international postage, there was no indication of who it was from. She cut it open with scissors, careful to go along the top fold of the package, and grinned when she finally saw what was inside.

Her reverie, however, was interrupted with a chime from her phone and she realized she was still wearing her jacket. She pulled it off and extracted the phone and wallet, discarding them on the counter before throwing the jacket on the nearby armchair and kicking off her boots. She checked her phone and saw a message from her sister, which could wait til later. She washed her hands then and took her salad and the envelope to the couch. She stuffed a tomato in her mouth then emptied the envelope onto her coffee table.

Six postcards, a dozen guitar picks, two candy bars, and a few packages of tea spilled out. She picked up one of the postcards, a generic picture of Germany on the front. She flipped it over and smiled, seeing her name written across the top in all uppercase. The message was short: 8:42 AM I’m barely awake but Rock AM Ring here we go! More picks for your new collection! A smiley face followed and just below it was David’s signature with a heart beside it. She ran her finger over his name and couldn’t help the huge smile on her face. She had not expected this package at all, but it had arrived at the perfect time. It was just what she needed to get her through the next few days, as she was certain now that he was missing her just as much as she was missing him.

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