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The anger came later, after they got home. It hit Jace seemingly out of nowhere, like something finally clicked. They’d been laying in bed in each other’s arms, in the quiet, and then Jace had tensed, and rolled away, and that had been that.
The good days-- the now good days, not the before good days -- he cries or takes out fossilized hope and holds it in his hands like an old photograph, and lets Cregan hold it too.
On the bad days… it’s this. Anger, with nowhere to go. A lonely fortress that they call The Spare Room, because nursery isn’t helpful.
And it isn’t accurate.
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There is a room upstairs in Jace and Cregan's house that sits empty. The Spare Room, they call it. But it is much more than that. It is a thousand hopes and dreams shattered. It is beige walls that should be bright. It is the place where Jace hides away on his bad days, the place where Cregan cannot follow.