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Title: Bleak & Dismal
Author: Sarah H
Word count: 407
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Angst
Pairing(s): none
Warning(s): Sad and full of angst.
Summary: Jim gets angry and tells Blair where to go.
A/N: This may or may not be followed by a series of short stories.
"Get out." Jim's face was contorted with something that Blair couldn't quite figure out. It looked liked a mixture of disgust and confusion with a hint of anger. "I'm gonna go and take a shower. You'd better be gone by the time I get out."
Blair stared at Jim's retreating back. His eyes were stinging with tears, but he wouldn't cry.
Do I repulse you that much, Jim Ellison? He felt like dirt. It was the truth. A truth that Jim would never find out. How could he ask him to his face? He didn't even think he could put it into words. He probably did think of him as a piece of dirt.
They'd been friends for quite a long time and yet there were still things that they kept to themselves. Apparently Jim had been keeping a lot from him, or he would never have told him to get out. To leave. To never come back.
He sat down and pressed his forehead against the back of the couch, burying his face in the beige fabric he'd come to know so well.
What had he done to make the sentinel so angry? He... he couldn't remember. Now he only had one option: to leave. He didn't want to find out what Jim would do if he were still sitting there when he was done showering.
Blair took a moment to get his emotions under control, then hurried into his room. He grabbed his bag, filled it with his most important possessions, and took one good look around the loft for the last time. Happy memories played out in his mind and he could almost see them right before his eyes. He grabbed his jacket from the coat rack beside the door, pulled it on and reached out tentatively toward the door knob, casting one last look over his shoulder. He slammed the door behind himself and the memories faded.
Once outside in the cold, bitter air, Blair pulled his jacket tighter around his torso and let out a heartbroken sigh that seemed to deflate his very being.
His green Volvo still at the University, he headed down the street and braced himself for the long journey that lay ahead of him.
If any onlooker were to see him, they'd agree that he seemed to match the weather. Very bleak and dismal.
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