Good ol' friend

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There were days when Frank would leave early the construction, twice a week, and go for a walk at a park considerably far away from the construction, and somewhat close to where his home used to be. Not far from there was the K-9 Vet Clinic, a veterinary clinic, where Jennifer Clarke worked. One of the few people Frank was really fond of.

Countless times Jenny had healed his wounds as well taking care of his dog's health. God knows where would Luna and Frank be without Jenny. Frank constantly found himself thinking about it, and how much he owed Jenny. He was grateful for everything she had done, he cared for her and saw her like family, and in very rare moments, he felt like life didn't hurt as much with her around. Frank knew he had feelings for her, but he never admitted it, not even to himself. He didn't admit it until he told Karen some of his story before the trail, before everything went to shit.

He was glad that he had faked his own death, but he hated the toll it had taken on Jenny, and specially the fact that he could no longer talk to her. He could simply watch her from afar as she walked Luna every Tuesday and Thursday, along with Jenny's two Boston Terriers. He would watch her play and run with the dogs. Seeing her smile and laugh made Frank's week less miserable. Sometimes he'd read on a bench, or under a tree, and occasionally he'd look up to see Jenny and the dogs. He'd smile to himself and turn to the next page of his book.

However, Frank always kept his distance. He wanted to, he needed to. But it didn't stop fate from bringing him and Jenny together again.

As he was merged deeply in his book, he didn't see how a navy blue tennis ball flew his way, and Luna following it. It landed dangerously close to Frank. Close enough for Luna to smell him and remember him. As soon as the Pit bull recognized Frank's smell, she quickly bounced towards him, as Frank flinched, closed his book, and his first reaction was to chuckle and pet Luna.

"Atta girl" He said.

"I'm sorry!" His heart stopped for a second as he heard Jenny's voice reaching him. "She's very friendly, she's not dangerous, I'm very very sorry" She said pulling Luna from her crimson collar, away from Frank.

Frank looked at her up close for the first time in months. It had felt like an eternity, and there she was, once again, close enough for him to hold her. But he didn't. He looked at Jenny, as she slowly recognized him with beard and longer hair. Her face went from apologetic to flabbergasted.

"Frank?" She whispered.

Frank couldn't bring himself to talk, he simply nodded and stood up.

Jenny looked at him up and down, as her eyes began to get teary. She was mind blown. She didn't know what to believe. She missed Frank like hell, and seeing him in front of her was more than enough to make her feel like the world was spinning way too fast.

"Wha-What is this?" She asked. "Ho-How did....Why didn't you..." Tears began falling from her eyes, as she raised her hand and without thinking it twice she slapped Frank on the face.

Frank knew she was going to do it, and he didn't stop her. He knew perfectly well she would react in an explosive way. He was amazed by the amount of strength a girl her size had. After all, she was short tempered, and sometimes even scary, but had a heart of gold.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" She said cleaning her tears with her sleeve. "You let me think you were dead! You have an idea of how it felt?" She said pushing him on the chest. "I mourned your death for days! I adopted Luna you weren't there anymore! You have how painful it was to see her sleeping next to me the few days after your death? It was even worse when I walked her and she pulled the leash towards your old hideout! Frank I fucking missed you! I thought you were gone forever! I couldn't believe you were actually dead and hoped for any sign of life, for you to contact me in any way and ask me to heal your wounds like you always did! But it never happened!" She kept pushing him as she yelled, and as tears kept falling down her cheeks. "You're an idiot!"

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