"I think I love you." It was so quiet a confession, nearly lost to the wind in the wake of its existence. Yet the weight of it anchored them both, made the breath in his lungs turn to cement in the same moment that her eyes met his.
She was earnestness and hollow fear, choked him as surely as a noose. He wasn't sure which would be more appropriate, tears or laughter. And when the moment turned into a small eternity and his silence had become poison, he spoke. Low, empty. Afraid.
"Why?"
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Excerpts From Books I'll Never Write
RandomThis is a small collection of excerpts I've come up with over the years that either were not used or were simple writing exercises. In some cases this does include fanfiction excerpts (all of which can be interpreted as seen fit, I just felt no obli...
