Porcelain -- Introduction

“So what happens now?”

The sound of those words permeated the air. He didn’t really want to think about it, yet there was that nagging necessity to do so. He sighed as he ran his hands across his face, wanting to clear his mind before answering the question.

“I don’t know,” Dee said, and he meant it. Across the room was JJ, leaning against the door frame, his coat hanging from his crossed arms, his bag on the floor. Dee wanted to say something yet he couldn’t bring himself to find the words.

“Dee –“

“Can we please leave it like that for now? I have – I have to think. Things are… weird now.”

Things were weird alright. Things had been totally weird… since three years and seventy-two hours ago.


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