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Would anyone write with this fucker?

“Then I’m coming out with you,” she spoke, resolve in her tone. The petite brunette moved towards the doors, hugging one of the elderly ladies, before she opened the large doors. Looking behind her, she made sure he was following. She wasn’t going to just let him go off into the day, not alone. 

“I’m sorry.” It was all she could say, really. She was sorry. No one had told him, but who would have known to? Paisley tugged at her cardigan nervously before apologizing to the couple that he’d knocked into. It was in her nature to think of anyone else but herself. To think of herself was a lesson she was still learning, even at 32 years old. “You don’t have to go…you. Well. Just didn’t know.”

That was a sensitive topic at best. His sudden movement caused her to recoil, expecting a fist or something of the sort–even a grip that would leave whelps on her arm. “We’re not together,” she spoke, her voice shaking a bit. “Please…let go….please.” Her voice was almost pleading as the fear in her eyes dissipated. “Your mother can explain to you. It’s not something I want to talk about.”

“Watch your mouth,” she warned, her eyes going wide for a moment. His mouth was one thing that had always set him apart from the rest of the people she was around on a daily basis–his mouth and the things he did with it, really. Paisley shrugged and wrapped her arms around herself, hugging her cardigan to her slender frame. “I should really go,” she spoke, looking around nervously. If he mentioned him enough, she feared he’d somehow show up, even though he was serving time in jail. 

“I’d hate to see what you did to that poor cat,” she mocked from between ruby lips, hands moving to rest on the swell of her hips. “Probably roughed it up real good, huh?” she questioned. Paisley’s eyes shifted up to look at him, getting a good look as they narrowed. “Well you’re the one that ran off to enlist instead of doing your mission,” she reminded, her jaw set. “How are you?”

Time was a fickle thing, and Paisley Lewis knew that. Sometimes, it flew by; others it dragged by like a finger through molasses, aching for a sweet breath of relief. Her divorce had been the latter, long and arduous at best, but the community that she’d grown up in had always had her back, even though divorce was frowned upon in most circumstances. Hers had been an exception, even the talk of the congregation. She’d leaned on those around her, including the Lenderman family, who’d let her stay for a while while she got herself on her feet. Walking through the pews after service, she gave the woman and a face she’d not seen in ages a smile–brown eyes narrowed for a split second, but she gave him a genuine smile before moving towards him. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

It had been years since he hand been to Temple, yet it had all the same smells, sights and friendly faces. In many ways Griffin felt unwelcome in the place of worship ashe had done many things to disappoint this people. A frequent smoker and often endulging in coffee and sex he was not a model Mormon. It wasn't his own desire to go to temple however, today he attended for his mother. Sitting beside her, his bright eyes scanned the crowed, smiling at the faces he hadn't seen in years due to being moved around with the navy. It felt good to be home, and it felt even better to see a face he longed to see. Paisley. Damn, he used to have the biggest crush on that girl with her large brown eyes and innocent smile.