Strange World Isn't It?

All I Can Guess Is That When I Write, I Forget That It's Not Real. I'm Living The Story, And I Think People Can Read That Sincerity About The Characters. They Are Real To Me While I'm Writing Them, And I Think That Makes Them Real To The Readers As Well.

My Life And His Were Twisted Into A Single Strand. Cut One, And You Cut Both. If He Were Gone, I Would Not Be Able To Live Through That. If I Were Gone, He Wouldn't Live Through It, Either.

He Looks At You Like... Like You're Something To Eat.

No, I Had Never Intentionally Caused Anyone Physical Pain, But I Had Hurt Ian Deeply Enough Just By Hurting Myself. Human Lives Were So Impossibly Tangled. What A Mess.

The Shadows Didn't Seem As Dark As Usual. Not With My Personal Sun Along.