✧･ﾟ:* — @centyurion ,
❛ 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐬? ❜ she turns her head away from the window, to look at her husband. her arms come across her chest, so tight that she is pushing against her ribs. there is a worry in her heart, that she can’t seem to get rid of. no matter how many excuses she tries to create for the doctor, [ 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘱. ] she was always fearful that she and rory, had became all but a story to him — a distant memory.
she lets out a heavy sigh, an attempt to try and shift that weight of worry from her ribs. but it won’t not shift, not even by an inch. ❛ i mean, it’s been months, rory. he’s never gone this long. not without keepin’ in touch. ❜ one arm comes undone from her cross, to gesture out into the hallway to exaggerate her next point. ❛ not one letter, not one phone-call, not one damn clue to where he is . . . it’s like he’s just, dropped us off and — forgotten. ❜