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Post by Jesse James on Aug 27, 2009 18:55:39 GMT -5
((Set before the birth, and right before he goes to Christians house.))
Jesse stared at the paints in his hand, they both seemed the same color of green. There might have been a difference to the lady that suggested them, and to Diana that picked them, but to Jesse, it didn't make any sense at all.
He had been given the task of painting the damned room one of the colors he had in his hand. Diana told him she'd be happy with either. He sat down on the floor and sighed, he'd never been good with making these kind of decisions.
He laid his head against the dry primer on the wall and stared forward in to the bleakness of the drying wall. He hadn't slept very good the past couple nights and had been painting all day, he was tired, yes, but couldn't close his eyes.
He just stared, something was bothering him, other than the paint of course.
Christian was on his mind, Christian was always on his mind, Christian was clouding his judgment, questioning his beliefs, ignoring his past... he was forgetting his past.
He'd told no one that he'd been dead, or maybe he hadn't, maybe he had been in a coma, maybe... he didn't know. Maybe he'd been dreaming, maybe. Only it wasn't until now that he questioned it, he questioned it because he was questioning everything.
Because of Christian.
He stood up suddenly and grabbed his jacket leaving the paint to dry on it's own.
He had to see the singer again, he had to apologize, he... had to.
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