[ He and Rumi would have been married in early summer. A short engagement, all things considered, but they'd been together so long that it hardly mattered. There was a mountain resort in a northern prefecture that they'd booked. He pictured it every day, every night, excited down to the very depth of his soul.
Months later, he called in the dead of night when no one would be around to answer the phone so he wouldn't have to explain anything more than a cancellation notice on a voicemail machine. He didn't sleep for two nights afterwards. Things fall apart. So it goes.
He doesn't want this to fall apart. He wants Dolph to be able to envision a future, and to grasp it in both hands. No matter what it looks like for him and Jean. ]
Then you get to imagine something new. Isn't that exciting? The possibilities are limitless.
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Months later, he called in the dead of night when no one would be around to answer the phone so he wouldn't have to explain anything more than a cancellation notice on a voicemail machine. He didn't sleep for two nights afterwards. Things fall apart. So it goes.
He doesn't want this to fall apart. He wants Dolph to be able to envision a future, and to grasp it in both hands. No matter what it looks like for him and Jean. ]
Then you get to imagine something new. Isn't that exciting? The possibilities are limitless.