Every part of this puzzle feels wrong, none of the edges cleanly matching.
I've agreed to the very thing I sought to prevent with my absence. And I'm beyond ecstatic, nearing climactic euphoria.
I'm promptly driven back to Earth with the velocity of a runaway train, cratering on impact.
I didn't have to be a mind reader to interpret the abject skepticism on her face.
It's maddening, frustratingly so, that no matter which tact I take I'm met with doubtful resistance.
And I have to only look in the mirror to see the culprit.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
I wrote the last five chapters to Ephixa and Laura Brehm - Losing You so if you want some good, angsty (mildly techno/EDM) vibes while you read, listen to that to get inside my head for a minute. I promise you won't wanna stay, that place is cray and charges way too much for rent.
I also meant to post this on my last chapter but forgot. I need a beta for a contest I'm entering, but also just in general. PM me if you're interested, either in a one-time gig or on a semi-permanent basis. Your only compensation will be dealing with my OCD over-analyzing and self-deprecation and maybe hearing about the weird shit my kids do.
