Yeahhhhhh~~! So here it is. I'm almost through with a bout of mushy stuff (I think?), entering a more complicated plot (I hope) after that. I know some people probably don't see the point in doing such things, but I can't help but feel that what I've written so far has been what you'd call Part One, and in ... I don't know... 15 more pages, it would enter a Part Two. The goings-ons of the first part is so different from the second, different songs inspire each, and the intention/mood differ too. The first part's kind of just been there to play with your mind, relate her to you, allow you to live through something you know you can't - and there are so many different possibilities for the Phantom. The second closes in on him - once Lily has opened that door and has to deal with what she's let inside, sort of like (even though I don't believe they work) playing with a ouija board because it seems fun until you realize you share your house with something else. And I do expect it to get darker.

But to brighten things up for now, I found this doodle which clearly related to Christmas!


Bah! ♥



Okay, okay... the chapter... yes...

What I liked about this chapter...
Rob was on my desktop while I wrote it. ♥
The Phantom revealed something else about him. You'll have to speculate what though.
I've always wanted that music box too. Doesn't it have the cutest little ring? --> { link }
Mariam and Lily - lesbian lovers. I've wanted to throw a joke in there about that forever.

What I wasn't so happy about...
She never got to see him!
She never got to see Giry. Seriously. They've been passing each other up all Winter Break and that's just not right. I even told myself I really need to elaborate on who Giry is and get her working a little harder doing the research...
It felt awkward to me doing the chopped-up scenes, but I just didn't want another short chapter. I wanted to get all of this stuff in without having to do boring connectors everywhere.

15006 / 50000 words. 30% done!

( Chapter 29 - Compassion )

Favorite Quote(s)

One of these days before I move out, I thought, I should help them and then still pretend the next morning that some fat guy did it.

If he deemed me compassionate, it didn't paint a very pretty picture outside the two of us. Did I ignore, get frustrated with, run away from, and call him psychopathic less than the other people he knew?

I wondered where he was at the moment. Perhaps conked out from a night of wandering around people's yards?

"We're at a point in our relationship where putting him to sleep is probably for the best-"

"WHAT?!"

"No! I didn't mean it that way! I mean... I... if he's asleep, I can raid his pockets, and... find out... stuff."

"Oh, okay... 'Find out stuff', huh? You mean the way sex offenders 'find out stuff' after they give you date-rape drugs?"

"I... no. I know you would, but... diff'rent strokes, Meg."