So I don't feel like facing real life and writing about mine, so I guess I'm just channeling through some Cam!angst still. Would love it if someone would R&R. I'm actually not hating every word I write this time.
Cameron fiddled with the clasp of her wristwatch. She checked the time again. Eight-thirty. No one was in the office yet, it had only
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please keep going! this is great work. :) but you know I think that already...lol
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I love this:
numbers, number numbers. She hated them more and more lately. Numbers on her scale - not going down quick enough. Numbers on her clock - how much time since she'd seen him? Until she'd see him again? How many more hours would she have to endure sleepless, in her bed, before the day began again. Minutes - how many she'd run on the treadmil. Miles - the same.
Ooh gotta run - House is about to start!!! But i Loved the fic!!
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