I have a cold and a bad throat and I'm drinking iced coke. Cheers!
Things you do to write.
A reviewer: Well, yeah, it might be thought of as a bit cougarish but it isn't any weirder than Jacob imprinting on a new born. I mean, we always knew Hermione would be older than Ron when I introduced the kids.
Thanks everyone for their Reviews.
Please keep them up.
I need a few reviews. They're like Red Bull to an overworked soul. (And being an animator is over worked, trust me)
Why is that guy going with them?
And what's with Rose calling him Big man again and again?
Why doesn't Hermione at least admonish her?
She just promised her ever lasting love to me and now she is back to picking guys from park?
I kick a rock moodily but of course my foot goes right through it.
I yell in frustration.
What is the fucking point in lingering on if you can't even kick rocks?
I wish I could go back now, take that other choice that I was offered in the gray world. The choice to just move on.
I had been tempted but I was so worried about how my wife and kids would be coping that I decided to linger on, even though the voices had made it clear, very clear that there would be no turning back, I would just be soul hovering in this world looking on from the bleachers.
Never to interfere, never to touch, never to do anything but watch them as they moved on and left me behind.
I feel my heart splintering as the thought strikes me.
They were already moving on.
They had left me behind.
And it fucking sucks that I can't even cry.
"Hello Ron" An overly bright, chirpy voice interrupts my pity party. "I'm Alice."
STOP.
REVIEW.