It feels really, really good to have him back here, and I don't really care that we're still sort of hugging. Derek is actually back and I've missed his stupid face. I didn't know I'd feel this way at all, but I'd also never before entertained the idea that he wouldn't be around.
I sit down on the bed next to him, concerned with what Derek is not saying. "What happened? Where did you go?"
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Date: 2015-11-11 05:52 am (UTC)I sit down on the bed next to him, concerned with what Derek is not saying. "What happened? Where did you go?"