Dec. 18th, 2009

lovesguinness: (Bad day hands)
4.22. Something always takes the place
Of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing

Missing - Beck

Euan and Virginia pretty much spent the duration of the drive from Heathrow Airport into London city centre in silence. Euan was starting to feel like he had been hit by one of the red double-decker buses that kept passing by, and as they got further and further into London, he lost the ability to actually speak because of the lump that had formed in his throat. This was harder than he had anticipated, so he was relieved Vee didn't push him beyond quiet checks now and again that he was okay. He wasn't. She knew he wasn't, and he didn't need to vocalise it. The nods he gave her were just reassurances he wasn't about to jump back on the next plane home to New York. He was here now, may as well face the demons.

But he was exhausted and the jet-lag mixed with anxiety just made him want to crawl into bed - any bed - to sleep it off... )

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