He exhaled long and low as her hand settled. He was quiet for a long time before he spoke, gathering his thoughts. When he started speaking again, his voice was broken, perhaps even worse than it has been when they'd spoke, when his state of mind had forced her into action.
"I picked out a spot, you know. No one would ever find me. Nice view. Water. Not a big lake, but still, nice enough. Out of the way. No muss, no fuss."
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Date: 2013-09-22 07:18 am (UTC)"I picked out a spot, you know. No one would ever find me. Nice view. Water. Not a big lake, but still, nice enough. Out of the way. No muss, no fuss."