Eva and Felix (a draft)

His evenings passed without her, and hers without him. Indeed, they did not even have the decency to pass at the same time. As he lay his head down at night her sun was still bright, steadfastly spreading the beams that revealed his absence. Every morning when she awoke he had already lived half of that day. This made her jealous.
Love was unusually cruel to them in denying them the chance to suffer in synchronization.


Peter said…
I've read this on multiple days, and I must admit that I am really wondering where it's going to go.

It is going somewhere, right?

Please don't leave me here.
Ginny said…
Hm, well I must admit that I am wondering the same thing!
Perhaps London will give me some inspiration.

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