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Tomorrow
By Dariclone
Tomorrow. It was funny what could change in one single day. Yesterday he'd been enjoying himself in Tokyo but all the same he was misisng Trapper. How could he have known that they're goodbye two days ago would be they're last?
The last token of thier relationship was a mere kiss on the cheek.
Hawkey regretted it, more than anying else in the world. Missing that plane. Never being able to have a last kiss on the lips or even to hear his boice said goodbye.
He would go to sleep now. And tomorow, he would show B.J. around camp, play the nice guy as if they were old friends. He'd crack jokes, disobey orders and flirt with the nurses.
Tomorrow, he hoped he would stop missing Trapper.