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           She hadn’t even waited until he was fully through the door when she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her and into the house, her foot thoughtlessly kicking the door shut behind him as her lips pressed against his own. Instantly she felt a warmth spread over her, her hands slightly shaking as they ran through his hair; all thoughts of the possibility of him being tired after practice leaving her the moment she saw him. It was as if she couldn’t waste a moment to be with him, to touch him, to be as close as possible to him. She loved him so much, but she knew she had to show restraint, having been raised on composure and calculation, but all that seemed meaningless when he was around. He was so reckless and free and fun and funny, and she had her own qualities, but she always wished she could be more open and as reckless as he is. 

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Date: February 8, 2018

Dear Mr. Kinsley,

This is Janessa Kehoe - Jaime’s sister. I am writing to inform you of my sister’s health following the recent events at your Academy. 

Jaime suffered an epidural hematoma to the right side of her head in addition to a handful of crush injuries  on her legs and lower back, mostly noticeably a broken a bone in her right foot. She was, as I’m sure you know, transferred from Seabrook ER to Tufts Medical Center in Boston. She underwent brain surgery to evacuate the hematoma and thankfully came through with flying colors.

The doctors are monitoring her closely and while she has been doing well, there is a slight side effect from the surgery that warrants this e-mail beyond a general update to your employee’s health and whereabouts.

Jaime is suffering from memory loss, though the doctor’s assure me it should only be temporary, due to some slight swelling in her brain around the area where they had to operate. She believes it is the year 2016, the month of November. She is on medication to relieve the swelling in her brain and they anticipate it should not be long before that recedes and her memory returns.

If all goes well, she will be released into my care within three days time. She will remain in Boston with me for at least another week on top of that, perhaps longer depending upon what the surgeon says at her post-op appointment. 

I will keep you updated, and when her memory returns I am sure she will as well.

For what it’s worth - I am sorry this happened to your Academy. It was a senseless act of violence that no one there deserved.

           Her days seem to be dragging on longer, between university and her father piling more work onto her – training her to be his next heir to the seat of director of his company – she’d been seeing less and less of JJ, or anyone else for that matter. 

           Trying to wrap things up for the day, she’d gotten home earlier then she usually had nowadays, but it was still close to midnight, which wasn’t saying much about her usual days. She hadn’t expected JJ to be up, already settling in on the idea of getting ready for bed and sliding in next to him, content in simply hugging him as she drifted off to sleep. However, as she got home and noticed the lights on, she couldn’t help the elated grin from spreading over her face, lighting up at the sight of him. Her tired body instantly rejuvenated with energy, as she stepping into his arms, wrapping her arms around him as she relished their reunion. It felt like it had been so long, but it had barely been over two weeks since they’re really been with one another. 

           “JJ,” she breathed, pressing close to him, taking in his warmth and scent, anchoring herself to his strong built, wondering how she’d gone through the past few weeks without indulging herself in him. All those dreary days seemed to be long winded, but nothing compared to a moment in his arms. 

☢ = falling over

           It was ice, of course people slip and fall all the time. However, as a professional ice skater, she would think the other had more control in his element. But screw ups happen every once in a while, and being the closest one to him with no indication of others approaching, she walked over to help him out.

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