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The world was a little darker, that was for sure…truth was, everything felt off. It was as if someone had just removed a whole room from her house in one night. Like someone had ripped a part of her life away that in hindsight, she didn’t realise how big a part of her life Gabby had been and yet, that paled to Matt. If she was devastated, she couldn’t imagine how Matt was feeling.

It was funny in some sick and twisted way, she had moved here because people back in Fallerton thought that she was weak, that she was incapable of surviving by herself but Chicago had offered her a family. It had given her friends that encouraged her, that pushed her to be better, that had believed in her…and Gabby had always been there. Through everything she had been there despite all of her flaws, had encouraged her to stand up for herself, but not lose the softness that made Sylvie…well Sylvie. For a moment Sylvie contemplated the idea that she wouldn’t be the person she was today if it wasn’t for her family at the firehouse. To loose someone, so fast, without a goodbye…it hurt.

December Positivity Meme

oh man. i can’t just tag one! i’ve had a lot of people become personal friends to me, so i’mma tag as many of them as i can remember their urls. 

@mcmachine @soldierheartcd @oktva @firefiightcr @theirnarrative @thexsloans @grcwingstrcng @strengthmade @jenniferjareaufbi @dralexk

She’s shaking, knee bouncing, hand shaking…sometimes it hit her. During a busy day with call after call, she could push it to the back of her mind. Then in the quiet moments like this, late at night on shift…her brain was screaming it over and over again. Pregnant. A breath caught in her chest, it felt like panic rising…what was she meant to do? Antonio off on some blind date with someone just as she had found the courage to tell him, well, what she should have told him a long, long time ago. It was all backfiring spectacularly. That was what she got for trying to be something she wasn’t, right? Maybe less Fullerton, more Chicago, hadn’t been the approach to take after all.

Her head hurts, that kind of pounding headache that was the telltale sign of a hangover. Sylvie simply pulled the covers closer, buried her head into the pillow and screwed her eyes shut. She didn’t normally end up in this state, all she could was wrack her brains, attempting to work out how she had managed to get herself into such a state? She remembered Molly’s, she vaguely remembered the bar closing, remembered leaving with someone, remembered more alcohol and then…oh.

Oh.

For just a moment she didn’t want to move, between the hangover and the sinking realisation she might have just done something very stupid, she was not prepared to deal with today but morning had broken.

Blinking, the room came into focus. It wasn’t her apartment. She recognised the dusty blonde hair, the clothes on the floor, oh…she had. This had the markings of pure nightmare fuel. Her heart leapt into her chest. Of all the people in the universe, Matt? Oh god. Oh no. Oh shit. This was the worst. This was it. This was the worst thing she had ever done in her life. Wasn’t he off limits? After all he was still technically married to her best friend…even if Gabby had left. There were unspoken rules. There were lines you did not cross, and she had just managed to smash said line to smithereens.

                He didn’t answer for a moment. He knew how the guy felt. Circumstances might have been different, but he sure as hell knew what it was like for the person you loved to disappear without a word -- for months. Things had turned out alright for him. But he couldn’t promise that for the guy next to him.  “ Yeah -- you’re right. But you might as well try, right? What else are you gonna do? ”  he said, offering the other man a slight, resigned smile.  “ You talked to her at all? ”

                  He knew the look of a rough day when he saw it. And the other man definitely looked like he needed a drink.  “ Heavy hangs the crown, huh? ”  he said with the hint of a sympathetic smile. He wasn’t one for heart to hearts -- at least not with the alive and conscious -- but he had to ask.  “ You wanna talk about it? Next round’s on me... ”

nightmare  starters !!

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