Darling,
I thought I saw you on the evening train today. Your hair was flowing, red and fiery like it normally was. Except it had a different shine to it this time like you had moved on – like you weren’t looking back…except you did look over your shoulder – a glance – to adjust the strap that was slipping off. It… wasn’t you, though. The smile cascaded to a frown and I turned to look at someone else’s stranger.
Baby,
I considered burning the rest of your clothes your mother didn’t ask for (I couldn’t bring myself to do it). I sat in the vintage yellow seats of our kitchen ins
So I sort of got a commission IRL... not for drawing or anything, just a repair job really, but yeah. I guess I'm an official artist now? Kinda?
Okay, so there's a couple people I'm overdue in mentioning around here. The first is Khateley (https://www.deviantart.com/khateley). She never runs out of comments about everything possible, being one of the rare people I've met who takes the time to comment on most of or all of the chapters and stories I post. I understand I post way too much for people to read, but I'm grateful for her contributions to pretty much everything I do. While they're usually a little weird, she also has some interesting ideas for writing of h