I sat across the room from her as she slept. It had been weeks since the accident. "Edward," she whispered in her sleep. The only hope that I still had that she remembered.
I sat across the room from her as she slept. It had been weeks since the accident. "Edward," she whispered in her sleep. The only hope that I still had that she remembered.
"The smell of her hair,
the taste of her mouth,
the feeling of her skin
seemed to have gotten inside him,
or into the air all around him.
She had become
a physical necessity." [George Orwell]
"I've...