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1. What are/were your parents’ names?
John and Mary
2. Where are/were they from?
Lawrence, Kansas
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John and Mary
2. Where are/were they from?
Lawrence, Kansas
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Jan. 7th, 2009
So...We've got a job. Sammy and I are heading out this evening after Matthew goes to bed.
ooc:Open to anyone but verse locked to Matthew's verse
ooc:Open to anyone but verse locked to Matthew's verse
[Getaway]
Related to this thread and regarding Matthew’s verse
He’s not going to look back.
He’s not going to look back.
He’s not going to look back.
But he can still see the house in the rear view. There’s a faint light coming from Matthew’s window. The little boy likes to sleep with a night light. His little boy. The rest of the house is dark; she’s made certain to turn off the outside light. He knows she’s pissed and that’s alright. He’d like to say it doesn’t hurt. There’s nothing about this that isn’t as raw as a new wound not so carefully sewn up by Sam. He’ll come back though. No matter how much it hurts. He’ll come back and he’ll suffer all the pain. Personally though, he thinks Hell could have used Brooke Davis. She’s not cruel and he doesn’t even think she does it on purpose. It wouldn’t hurt nearly as damn much if that was the case.
She’s got a hero and it’s not him. The bitch of the whole deal is he lets her hurt him. He’s given her the power and he can’t undo it. He’s not even sure he would because there’s Matthew and he’ll happily tromp through Hell again just to get a little more time with his kid.
Right now, he’s got to let go of all that or he’s got to turn it inside and use it. There’s a job and he’s got a son to get back to but sometimes he wonders if he’d have wanted a life so much if he’d known it hurt. It doesn’t matter now because
He’s not going to look back.
Related to this thread and regarding Matthew’s verse
He’s not going to look back.
He’s not going to look back.
He’s not going to look back.
But he can still see the house in the rear view. There’s a faint light coming from Matthew’s window. The little boy likes to sleep with a night light. His little boy. The rest of the house is dark; she’s made certain to turn off the outside light. He knows she’s pissed and that’s alright. He’d like to say it doesn’t hurt. There’s nothing about this that isn’t as raw as a new wound not so carefully sewn up by Sam. He’ll come back though. No matter how much it hurts. He’ll come back and he’ll suffer all the pain. Personally though, he thinks Hell could have used Brooke Davis. She’s not cruel and he doesn’t even think she does it on purpose. It wouldn’t hurt nearly as damn much if that was the case.
She’s got a hero and it’s not him. The bitch of the whole deal is he lets her hurt him. He’s given her the power and he can’t undo it. He’s not even sure he would because there’s Matthew and he’ll happily tromp through Hell again just to get a little more time with his kid.
Right now, he’s got to let go of all that or he’s got to turn it inside and use it. There’s a job and he’s got a son to get back to but sometimes he wonders if he’d have wanted a life so much if he’d known it hurt. It doesn’t matter now because
He’s not going to look back.
