![]() ![]() Oddly enough, the week simply went by without much thought, and Jacqueline was starting to get irritated as Kendrick lived his life ignoring what had obviously happened. Kendrick didn’t even look Jacqueline in the eyes until a few days after. There wasn’t a word spoken until they got to their apartment doors, and even then it was just a simple good night. ![]() After the iron clad boy had leaped away, Kendrick had quietly gathered the pieces of the broken camera and took Jacqueline by the hand back home. The scene had not pan out well the night of the rooftop incident. The more she thought, the more she didn’t understand. What had gone wrong, and more importantly what was going through Kendrick’s head. ![]() She had tried over and over to figure out what had happened that night. She skillfully blew them over to one side without even flicking her neck. The air circulation turned on in the study room she was typing up a report in and shifted her bangs over her eyes. She wasn’t sure of what to do or how to take in the situation with their relationship at first, but it was now becoming a thorn in Jacqueline’s side. Jacqueline had simply finished to report with the information she had left, and a half butted report it turned out to be due to the lack of first hand information. The days were quiet as daily routine covered awkward moments as conversation would at times weave into trying to understand what happened that night but Kendrick would always steer the topic away. A week had passed and Jacqueline had promised not to speak or have anything to deal with the iron clad boy. ![]()
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