As promised, Part One of Loss, Act II. @smoakingwaffles and @kkruml were the first to put eyes on this. They helped me find stuff that just doesn’t make sense and fix it. And I’m so so grateful for both of them. xx.
It’s funny how words spoken in the heat of a moment –– a thousand small
throwaway noises –– become the brain’s constant refrain when it feels like the
world is ending. When a perfect life starts to feel like a flash in the pan,
and too good to last, all of the beauty fades away. All that remains are regret
(why did I…?) and a longing so acute it feels as though
body and mind are being cleaved in two (just give me time enough for
“sorry”).
How do you guys remember these things and I don’t?? I genuinely have no recollection of that 😰 But since his forehead turned up in Paris I’m just going to say anon wasn’t lying.
Tori