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I Could Title This But I'll Still Hate You, Either Way
If I were sympathetic, I feel as though you might like me more. If I could show you a certain amount of pity, rather than seem apathetic, you might be less angry with me. I am, however, only empathetic, and … Continue reading
Love and War
She had that kind of smile that was piercing; once it fixed on you, you were going to be broken, no matter how iron your will, no matter how strong your shield. She did not slip a dagger between the … Continue reading
The Coat
It was getting cold again — the kind of cold that reminded her of what it had been like when she first arrived, falling in out of nowhere, into the life of someone who was gone now. Someone who might … Continue reading
There was never
There was never a bottle of Oban. The music box– He threw a coffee cup against the wall. “GodDAMNIT!” He wanted, more than anything, to make sure he was stable, to keep her safe. He walked in the door and … Continue reading
Not Enough Had Changed
The ache rode beneath his skin, a thief of warmth and comfort, leaving him unsettled, jittery, perpetually chilled. Tension in the knuckles — his hands shook, now, when he had them out. Rather than betray that age or nerves had … Continue reading