still a little bit of your taste in my mouth

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It had been a month since Heather had moved into her friend's place and out of the apartment she and Will had shared before. It was ... weird, not being with him. Their relationship had begun when she was only sixteen. Did she really expect it to last? Or maybe she was lying to herself. Nothing ever lasted that long, especially around here

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[10cupsof_coffee]

Will didn't even pretend that everything was fine. He was lucky enough that he was making it to work again and that he showered occasionally. To the credit of Johnny and Tunny.

He had mixed feelings when it came to Heather, now. She'd said she'd be back but he'd started to get the picture that she wasn't intending to keep that promise. Maybe she had before, but she wasn't anymore. Sometimes he thought he hated her for it. Other times he just wanted her back. He felt so alone.

He went to open the door when she knocked, rubbing his eyes. He'd showered because he knew she was coming over. "Hey," he said, trying not to show any emotion.

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"Hey."

She looked at him for a moment before taking Carly inside, setting the carrier on his couch. He'd showered, she noticed. His hair was still damp and she had to bite her lip when she turned away from him. God damn him for still looking sexy and disheveled.

"I left an extra set of clothes this time," she told him, hands in the pockets of her skinny jeans. Carly was staying an extra day with him.

[10cupsof_coffee]

He nodded, eyebrows slightly furrowed. He had a hard time looking at her.

"Great," he said, looking at the floor. He bit back a remark about her new boyfriend.

[our_matchbox]

"I know you've got food, so I won't remind you about her stuff," Heather said quietly, her eyes fixed on their child.