- Oh my fucking god. You are incredible. I mean, you can infuse the most amazing detail and description into every little thing, and it's like I'm watching this happen. Or experiencing it along with the characters. Oh my god, just never stop being a writer. Never ever ever.
Also I like the reference to the creepy paperweight. Again, you also made that part incredibly profound, which doesn't even make sense, but okay.
- ok you are really good at this..
this part really blew me right over:
As if walking in the realm of dreams, the edges of reality seem to distort and twist as I lift her from the ground and run frantically back to my car, strapping her into the passenger seat with tears running down my face and the screams of a thousand angels roaring in my ears. I slap her, begging her to wake. She murmurs something, moaning in discomfort. I bring an old paper fast food bag to her clumsy fingers, willing her to breathe in and out of it in an effort to stabilise her breathing. Sluggishly her eyes open and she stares at me. Her eyes are cold and distant, like staring into the abyss. They betray nothing.
No. They’re not her eyes. Such empty things could never be that of my love. Not the wide, loving, sparkling orbs of raw energy I caught a glimpse of one sunny day across a tour bus parking lot. Not the chocolate pools of tenderness I used to gaze into as we embraced. Not the pretty little things I fell head over heels with. They couldn’t be.
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