in the impossibly endless world of words. (Reply).
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Favorite lines:
on a bed that smelled like too many people and felt like too many bugs
Ew! Good description.
And for the first time, Sam felt like everybody else, only particularly especial because he had Jess and the rest of the world didn’t.
I really like how you put this. When you’re in love, you really do feel that way, that you’re the luckiest person in the world. Nice.
Normal was coming home to the smell of freshly beaked cookies and soft, small hands playing with the hair at the back of his neck.
Good snippets of Sam and Jess’ life together.
And Sam couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever get used to them being normal; to question himself and to the fear that maybe, this change of heart was but another step into his seemingly inevitable fall into darkness.
Oh, Sam.