❝I can't love you,❞ he spoke lightly.
How I had yearned for him - how I had begged and pleaded for him, how my strength had fallen at the foot of my door when he walked away, how at the last I could only whimper,
❝I knew it.❞
"I'm sitting here doing nothing but aging while my guitar gently weeps" dude have you ever heard that version from the LOVE soundtrack??? it's so hauntingly beautiful 👏🏻
You're a very talented writer. I really liked this chapter; it gives a lot of mystery and it'll keep the reader wanting more.
Keep up the good work. 👍
WOW THIS WRITING IS INCREDIBLE LIKE W O W im really into this plot and how like Paul was the main character's muse and not the other way around you know???? really looking forward to reading more!!!!
I am imagining Keith as Keith Richards so Keith Richards naked=happiness
Oh my god. This is hauntingly beautiful. I am so hooked. This is just seeping talent.
That's exactly how I feel. All my friends are dating at such a young age and I find it very immature.