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soldtoarmenians) wrote2006-09-01 02:20 pm
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Just outside the school gates, early Friday morning
There's a trunk, and a pile of suitcases and boxes. Even a frog-shaped wastebasket which is, at the moment, stuffed with clean socks and the blankets from Xander's bed. There's also a purple frog in a tank, and there's Xander, and there's Bridge.
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[For broadcast, but locked to Bridge. Goodbye post is still open, though. Also OMGShut up, it's still morning...on the West Coast...for about 40 minutes...]
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[For broadcast, but locked to Bridge. Goodbye post is still open, though. Also OMGShut up, it's still morning...on the West Coast...for about 40 minutes...]
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"I'll be a good frogsitter," he promises.
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There's Willow's voice on the phone, but Xander's not really listening as he says again, "Just one more second, okay. Please?" then slides the phone into his pocket.
He reaches for the hand that isn't holding a frog tank. The one that doesn't have a glove on it yet, either.
Xander doesn't have any more words, he's run out of them completely, so he hopes that whatever moves from his palm to Bridge's, or from his lips to Bridge's as Xander leans in to kiss him, can say everything he can't.
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He pulls the phone out of his pocket and says, "I'm ready," into it before turning it off, even though it's a lie.
"I'll call you," he says to Bridge as he steps backwards into the slightly-flaring circle of violet light.
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And as Xander disappears, Bridge can't help that, despite the decision not to use the word, it still feels like...
"Goodbye."
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