Marnie Hated To See Her

Something About Giving In Without A Fight Felt Wrong.

She'd Loved Him As Much As He'd Let Her. More Than He'd Let Her.

Grief Was Like A Newborn, And The First Three Months Were Hard As Hell, But By Six Months You'd Recognized Defeat, Shifted Your Life Around, And Made Room For It.

Developing Characters Is A Strange Thing. In The Beginning They Are Abstract And I Wonder How To Move On From There.

How Could You Cleanse Yourself If You Couldn’t Forget?