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"I do love him." Jean said, bottom lip caught between her teeth, a fight against her nerves. Her too thin hands were wrapped tightly around the letter, not ready to pack it away just yet. Gingerly tapping her fingers against the evenly folded paper of the envelope. With all the doubt cradling itself against her heart, small, hastily scribbled notes were held there too. Those small words that he'd given her. I love you. //Jean is unsatisfied and unhappy with her life. She will fix it, if it kills her. //A/N: guess who wrote two chapters of this on a whim during a depressive episode. i'm not sure if i'll finish. anyway, hey everybody, what's up.…