---------------(Abridged)--------------The small hand reached out and touched. The grasp was frail yet firm, as if refusing to let go. Perhaps it was that stern tenderness that bolted down K in his spot."Don't go."S was tamed by solitude. She was always alone, long imprisoned with no companionship. Her desires had all evaporated, leaving her in want of nothing, or so she thought. But when that hand reached out, S no longer desired solitude. Like a small bouquet of baby's breath fluttering in the wind, she gazed longingly at K. K did not utter a word. He responded to her, with the same steely eyes that he had always sported."Okay."S closed her eyes as she lifted her chin.This night was going to feel just a little longer than usual. Hidden story objects: - 1 A Stubborn Writer |