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he had buried an empty casket , three years ago when the only person carlos had come to care about — since his teenage years — was violently ripped from him. endless days and agonising nights spent in denial , mourning , heartache. gone were the days of effortless smiles and silly banter , because she had taken them with her when she had died. too many times had he played out the scenario of her homecoming. never did he think he would be able to see it actually play out. he approaches her slowly as she calls him out , the sound of his footsteps coming to a halt once he gets close enough , but not too close as to crowd her. ‘ just wanted to check on you , you've been in here for a while ... thought maybe you could use some company. ’ tone is casual , but the worry that has made a home of him doesn't allow for very much more.

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" you're hovering . " jill states , gritting her teeth and biting back anything snippy that floods through her mind . after being pronounced dead for three years , it was understandable why carlos worried --- why he hovered . jill hadn't been cleared for work , again , and she was growing more impatient by the day waiting for her life to flood back into some normalcy . her side was still traced with hints of yellows and blues , the long ever - lasting reminder of her time away from home . now she's exhausted , wrought to the bone with her fists still wrapped tight in gauze as she'd spent far too long punching the damn punching bag down at his work's gym . " i can feel you staring at the back of my head . "

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＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂 ，vegas. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂 ，vegas. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂 ，vegas.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒋𝒂𝒐𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊 ，grayson. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒋𝒂𝒐𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊 ，grayson. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒋𝒂𝒐𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊 ，grayson.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒓 ，nata. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒓 ，nata. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒓 ，nata.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓 ，gideon. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓 ，gideon. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓 ，gideon.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒂𝒕𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 ，silver. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒂𝒕𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 ，silver. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒂𝒕𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 ，silver.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏 ，jeb. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏 ，jeb. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏 ，jeb.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 ，rose. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 ，rose. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 ，rose.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒂 ，carlos. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒂 ，carlos. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒂 ，carlos.

＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › threads › 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒏 ，barbara. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › countenance › 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒏 ，barbara. ＊ ⋮ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 › introspect › 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒏 ，barbara.

carlos’s expression softens as he looked at her , a familiar warmth in his eyes that comes from years of being married. ‘ jill , you’ve never embarrassed me ... not once. ’ his voice firm but tender , the way it always is when he needs to remind her of something she seems to forget. he steps closer , reaching out to steady the punching bag that sways between them. ‘ you don’t need to do this alone , you know ? i’ve always been here , you just need to talk to me. ’ sigh slips passed his lips , hand lingering on the bag for a moment before he lets it drop , his gaze still fixed on her. ‘ they’ve got me running around on god knows what. they’re tight - lipped as usual. ’ he shrugged , trying to inject a bit of lightness into his tone. ‘ but that doesn’t change anything. ’

he'd been by her side when the world had fallen apart . it had been the two of them through thick and thin but it had been her mistake to take the risk , to refuse to settle because neither of them were those kinds of people . sitting in an apartment all day ? residing herself to a boring desk job ? none of that was in the cards for jill at least , it wasn't supposed to be . jill had been lucky they ever let her leave that facility , that even with a foggy mind --- unable to determine which memories were real and which weren't that she could crawl back home to him . " i didn't want to trail you like a lost dog . " it felt embarassing , she worried that she embarassed him --- like she was some child that needed to be hand held through the day . turning to face him , the punching bag lightly swings and taps the hand she'd pushed back to catch it with a soft thud . " still got a few things to do ? they won't tell me what they've assigned you too these days . "

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