He loves her. He has to: she holds his heart in her hands. What can he do but love a woman who cups his still-beating heart so gratefully, so lovingly? He can see that she cares for it. He can feel that she does. She has stopped crying, leaving only the stains of her tears … Continue reading Ink: Epilogue
Maybe I don’t really have a story to tell today, but I do have something to describe. It’s a feeling. I know that I can’t be the only one who has experienced it, because I know that I’m not special or unique, but I can’t seem to find a name for it anywhere. It does … Continue reading Do You Know That Feeling?
There came a point along their path when it split into two. There was no telling, from where the path forked, where either side might lead, and so there was little too guide them in their choice. Nevertheless, they did not truly discuss it, not aloud. They simply chose one side and continued on their … Continue reading The Paths