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Between his parents who didn't know that they were his parents, and his big brother who looked a bit more of a little brother at the moment, getting used to being in the past was a lonely and frustrating venture.
Losing his fiancee had been painful, seeing the future he'd come from doubly so. But they were reminders that he couldn't give up, no matter how lost he felt, because only he could save the future and his brother and his family.
Here you go...
Date: 2007-02-03 06:21 am (UTC)----
Chris felt sometimes like he was lost.
Between his parents who didn't know that they were his parents, and his big brother who looked a bit more of a little brother at the moment, getting used to being in the past was a lonely and frustrating venture.
Losing his fiancee had been painful, seeing the future he'd come from doubly so. But they were reminders that he couldn't give up, no matter how lost he felt, because only he could save the future and his brother and his family.
Even if he felt lost, he'd win.