Aw, I oh my gosh! I love this so much! You have no idea! This is perfection. I love your imagery and the mystery and them on the boat writing to nathan when nathan can't bring himself to write back.
PERFECTION.
Duke runs a thumb across the smooth skin of her stomach. There should be a scar there.
“I don’t know about that. There are worse things than living forever.”
“Like what?”
He can still smell the bitter tang of blood on the air; still feel the gun warm in his hand.
no subject
PERFECTION.
Duke runs a thumb across the smooth skin of her stomach. There should be a scar there.
“I don’t know about that. There are worse things than living forever.”
“Like what?”
He can still smell the bitter tang of blood on the air; still feel the gun warm in his hand.
“Dying.”
Chills. Thank you so much!