I run my hand up and down his spine. Each vertebrae protrudes sickeningly from underneath creamy skin, and it tricks my finger tips into believing that maybe they aren’t even a part of him. Twenty-four tiny door knobs just waiting to be opened. And I imagine where each one would lead. One to his stomach (so small it’s nearly nonexistent). Another
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I realise I disappeared for a dispicable amount of time, for which I'd like to apologise. I can't remember if I missed the ending to one of your stories, but I'm guessing you aren't currently writing anything.
It's probably not that interesting for you to hear from me, but you are sort of the reason I stick around this hellhole known as LJ.
:/
Oh and I also thought this was fabulous.
I remain, as always, completely and helplessly in love with your writing.
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I promised myself I'd never do that, but so much has been going on and just... I don't know.
I keep putting it off.
But thank you so much, that really is a compliment.
(I feel like I should really try to write something now, because I haven't in so long.)
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