elizabethroadscyle
He leaned into the comfort that was her warm chest, clutching tightly onto the rough fabric of her ultramarine sweater with cold fingers.
"I'll miss you Janey. Don't forget me...please."
Her laugh rumbled through his body as she held him tighter.
"How could I ever, little squirt."
"It's about time!" Darell yelled from across the time zone, ignoring the loud rumbling of grinding gravity and the discordant roaring of the presumed air-turned-wind.
"We've been checking it out over here for lost time! You wouldn't even believe how long it's felt like! Jump over here dude, you've gotta check out the otherside to the rift! It's like, unbelieveable!"
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