For today’s story, I was inspired by one of my many (incomplete) trunk novels. Someday I want to go back to it and not only finish it, but polish the crap out of it, because it’s a story I love.
He laughs in her memory, the sound warm as fire and sweet as honey; for one brief, shining moment, she remembers what it was to be young and in love, a feeling she hasn’t known since the day he left her, cold and alone, with only a note to soothe her broken heart, and she longs to have his arms wrapped around her one last time to keep the cold and loneliness at bay forever.
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