The corridors were silent and empty as he walked to the library. These days he walked with his shirt on. No one to impress with it off, and the one person he did want to impress was avoiding him. So he walked to the library, fully clothed and physically unimpressive, to learn new and exciting information about plant life on Mars ( Read more... )

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( Until you've loved a love you've had to lose, you don't know what love is. )

The lack of pain surprised him. Jack had felt nothing more than a dull emptiness as he entered his flat. It was not a sensation that would bother him to drink or tears or angry prose he’d as soon throw away as hammer on to paper. It was a sensation like routine hunger, the quiet kind that quivered the stomach of the casual diner who wanted any old ( Read more... )