Roger Browne (@fictionroger): "You ARE reading this, yeah? With it’s emotion fusing moments dropped casually into the narrative like creating them was no big thing, but they sear the heart like silver solder dripped from a shining copper bracelet, shaped with more intent than seems possible? And the flow of t…"

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You ARE reading this, yeah? With it’s emotion fusing moments dropped casually into the narrative like creating them was no big thing, but they sear the heart like silver solder dripped from a shining copper bracelet, shaped with more intent than seems possible? And the flow of that POV between them, executed to perfection, your heart singing the whole time?. You ARE, right?

With a chapter that could have been shorter, for my sanity, but was determined to complete the spear through the heart. The devastation that was required. I’m here on the floor, in a puddle of my own making, because I lived there and let it flow through me and I couldn’t look away. You ARE, right?

The last scream emptied him. It emptied him of the pretense that the wanting was manageable. It cleared the space between what he felt and what he admitted to feeling, and the space was zero. There was no gap. There was no professional distance. There was Zara, and there was him, and the eight feet between their doors was the only thing keeping the entire edifice standing, and the eight feet was a fiction

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Apr 2

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