as you've (hopefully) read, this is my writing page.
oldest writings at the top! start there if you plan to read. the current writing is most DEFINETLY spoilers.
there might be some instances of extremely flashing lights (yes, this is writing)
But he could see things like her face contort in the confusion upon hearing something strange and silly, and hear the nuances and fries in her voice when she spoke. He could think of a sentence, and of her response. Of her finishing it. Of them saying the same thing at the same time, and her laughter and pointing it out-- we said the same thing! She was already in his head. How did he not realize?
Because I Am Deeply Hurt
thank you regularly editing for chomping at my bandwidth.
twenty twenty faive, all rights reserved to ME for sure!