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22 September 2005 10:25![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The writing is hurried, jagged, tiny. Two words over and over again, covering the front and back of the page.
fucking idiot
The next page is folded. The corners brought to the center of the inside binding, then folded over again, held shut with a single piece of tape, hiding its words from view.
The journal is left discarded on the floor of Ella's room, Jason curled up on the oversized beanbag chair, the little girl curled up asleep in his arms.
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Date: 22 Sep 2005 15:35 (UTC)There was a time when Gabe would have picked up the book, set it aside and left it. There was a time when Gabe wouldn't have touched the tape, would have read the open entry and left it at that.
Those times were long past. Those times were before Arkham and Jason's pain and that fear that slumbered in Gabe's heart like a dark, twisted beast, with sharp teeth and razor sharp claws. That beastly panic of losing the one thing he needed more than anything else in this world.
His mate. His love. His husband. His best friend.
And so he read it all. Three times. How many it took to get through it al from beginning to end while trying not to cry.
Sniffling he picked up that sweet child, laying her gently into her crib. And then he went and curled up around Jason, holding him tight as he sobbed softly against his back.
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Date: 22 Sep 2005 19:59 (UTC)"What's wrong?"
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Date: 22 Sep 2005 21:04 (UTC)"One day, you will be secure in the fact that no matter what, no matter who, in the end, you are all that matters."
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Date: 23 Sep 2005 02:06 (UTC)Sighs, licking Gabe's skin. "Bed?"