I'm still alive and I still love you all. Sounds familiar, Sarah…
She smiled, and he smiled back, forgetting where he was. Forgetting the instrument over his shoulder and in his hands. Forgetting the three other guys on stage with him. Forgetting his own name. Remembering only this girl that he was so bound to. I missed your writing so effin much. Thanks for reminding me why I loved it.
He wasn't gray. He wasn't a shadow. He was a solid, sustaining figure in her life. He was her inhale and exhale. He was he morning and night. He was Blue. He was her heaven. And she was his. What a beautiful ending to a truly beautiful story. I’m beaming with pride for my fellow DoJer. Take my rating point. You effin deserve it, my dear. xoxoxoxo.