doubleohblonde: (Bond is in the room)
Bond had spent most of his week pretending that the previous weekend hadn't happened. Part of that had involved not doing anything the least bit connected with it. Including checking his email.

Which was why he was only now seeing the receipt for a sent but now deleted email, one he didn't remember sending. Oh, well, it had probably just going into the ether, never to return, like all the others he'd sent to that address over the last few months. No need to worry, right?
doubleohblonde: (Bond is very woeful)
Bond sat on the curb outside the house, a battered, faded polaroid in hand, weeping manly tears of soul deep pain. He didn't understand why she had done it. After all, didn't she have his complete and utter devotion, his loyalty...his love.

Why had she sent him away? Had he done something wrong? Had she tired of him?

Had there been someone else?

He threw back his head and howled a deep cry of sorrow and loss. He howled the name of his lost love.

[Open to anyone who has a reason to be passing by or who doesn't.]

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