โง๏ฝฅ๏พ:*ย โย @centyurionโ ,
โ ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ก๐โ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฌ? โย ย she turnsย her head away from the window, to look at her husband. her arms come across her chest, so tight that she is pushing against her ribs. there is a worry in her heart, that she canโt seem to get rid of. no matter how many excuses she tries to create for the doctor, [ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ด๐ค๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฑ. ]ย she was always fearful that she and rory, had became all but a story to him โย a distant memory.
she lets out a heavy sigh, an attempt to try and shift that weight of worry from her ribs. but it wonโt not shift, not even by an inch.ย ย โ i mean, itโs been months, rory. heโs never gone this long. not without keepinโ in touch.ย โย one arm comes undone from her cross, to gesture out into the hallway to exaggerate her next point.ย ย โ not one letter, not one phone-call, not one damn clue to where he is . . . itโs like heโs just, dropped us off and โย forgotten.ย โ
