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Oh gosh, I hope you guys are going to like this. I spent 5 1/2 hours on it today, just revising and trying to bloody figure out the last scene. I'm tired and I really want to post it today so I'm posting it as is and definitely saying that if you have suggestions, let me know!
It taking a long time, I'm mostly happy with it. I wish I could write so everything sounded really pretty and just flowed but I can't, so I have to appreciate it for my own skill level.
And I have a new song on my soundtrack that I put at the top of the player here: http://www.freewebs.com/torturedfruit/HT8soundtrack.htm
Listen to it! It's just perfect for this chapter... and conveys the information much better than all of my writing did.
Part Two
And this time he was well rested. A little too well rested - he was trying to confuse me while we were walking through a batch of trees.
(I didn't want to disturb anyone who wasn't up their their phantom doing questionable things.)
He could not look someone in the eye and receive any type of sympathy saying "I didn't realize this area was restricted."
"I used to drown in them before I realized I could let them go... and when they're everywhere it doesn't feel like someone can kill your spirit so easily. You were almost killed, Christine..."
"I feel like a storm-catcher. I can't help but come towards you despite how greatly you promise to turn me upside down if I step too close..."
"Don't think you're less of a person because I can't see you."
Slowly but with no hesitance, our faces turned and touched, his lips as careful as his fingers.
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