#what'sundefined?

julien because she's trying to have a moment with inez but now she feels like inez is seeing something she can't

You hear that? Yeah, me too. It sounds so much like NOTHING.

who is gonna stop me when they're both bleeding out on the ice, still watching each other as they did in the morning, their bodies numbing in the frost. And still all they can think about is how gratifying their brief time together was.

YEAH. no one.

But I am so thoroughly afraid to be the only keeper of this knowledge. One day, I won't be the only one and the context creatives won't be the only souls to hear my ramblings. It's just that before that time there's almost this ache to be heard—and I do realize it's purely human to want to be known and seen and heard. I'm just beginning to think it's something beyond me and more in 'them' that wants to be out here where I am. Or, maybe, this is just the sort of ambition and desperation that drove so many tragic heroes off a cliff.

sent from my android now.

"Solitude isn't a solution, Castus."

It was hardly her place to give him the lecture. Inez lived most, if not all, of her days in circles kept thin and few. She could count all her friends on all her ten fingers. But she was taller, older, firmer. Being picked on by the offspring of some moneybag could be forgotten in a day. Yet, for a child like Castus, the matter wasn't so light. His heart led him by the hand, centred and foremost on the frontline. Justifying, compensating for the gaps of others. It made it all the more simple for his heart to be struck first.

Castus gave a callous swipe at his nose.

"You said it yourself. You can't make other people do what you want—they're "not you"."