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Jack Miller posts in Semper Tenebris
Jack had found himself unable to settle once he got home. He kept expecting a knock on the door, another text or call, notes taped to his bike, his imagination was running riot. Rachel had not been herself tonight and she'd actually scared him a little. He'd never had any issue with ex-girlfriends before, in fact he was friends with a lot of them, not that he got much opportunity to see anyone now he worked at the school. The hours were too long and he knew he put way too much additional time into the extra-curricular activities.
Food eaten and plate cleared away, Jack took a shower and changed into sweats, noting that he had three missed messages on his answerphone and pressing play. They were all Rachel begging for a second chance and he deleted them automatically before unplugging the phone from the wall. Settling into the sofa, he stared at, rather than watched, his TV, unable to focus on anything as his mobile buzzed several times.
Swearing softly he switched it off and rose from the chair, collecting his jacket and keys as he left his apartment. It wasn't far down the street to Ian's house, but Jack hugged the shadows, one of the last calls had suggested she could see him so he'd dropped the blinds. With the lights off he was hoping she'd think he'd gone to bed but it had only been a few hours and he was already wound up.
Rapping on Ian's door he identified himself, heard Ian shout that he'd be right there and waited, standing to one side so the porch light didn't identify him to anyone else. Dammit he was getting ridiculously paranoid. Moments later Ian opened up the door and let him inside.
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