<What We Do/title> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="style.css"> </head> <body marginheight="5" topmargin="5"> <p><br><table width="90%" border="0" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="10" align="center"> <tr> <td><b>Title:</b> What We Do<br> <b>Author:</b> <a href="mailto:jo@fadedink.com">Jo</a><br> <b>Rating:</b> PG<br> <b>Summary:</b> "First Line" drabble<br> <b>Disclaimer:</b> Nope, never happened. And if you think it did, I suggest you go look up the word "fiction" in the nearest dictionary.<br> <b>Notes:</b> Written for <a href=http://trianne.livejournal.com target=_blank>Trianne</a>. <p><br>If I stand here long enough I will see you. You won't see me; you never do. But that's alright. All that matters is that I can see you and <I>know</I>. You don't have to. You don't even have to remember if you don't want. I remember enough for the both of us. Perhaps that's how it should be. After all, I was the one who screwed up. The mistakes were mine. You, well, you were perfect. Too perfect for me, that's for sure. Doesn't mean I don't miss you, but I've adjusted. It's what we do, right? We're actors. <p><br>~fin~</td> </tr> </table> <br><br> </body> </html>