{Unedited}   ——————————————————————————————————————-   “Here, love,” Vincent whispered, putting her coffee cup to Marielle’s mouth, and gently tipping it back. She swallowed a little, and pushed it away. “You have to drink more,” he insisted. “I made it just the way that you like it.” She drew her knees up to her chest again, and …

{{Unedited}} Austin opened his door to Marielle, who had been gone nearly an hour. He was still shaky and uncertain although speaking with both Vincent and her had given him a reason to not simply give up in his mind. He stopped for a moment to look her over, intention beaming in his expression. “What?” …

{{Unedited}} Marielle shuffled into her apartment and picked Felix up when he rubbed against her legs, holding him and rubbing her face against his cheek for a moment before turning her attention to the rest of the living room. Vincent was sitting on the couch, and he was swirling a glass of some kind of …

{{Unedited}}   Austin leaned over the table and stared down the billiard ball that he had his eye so intently on; the blue four… it was going in that upper right pocket whether it wanted to or not. He smirked as he glided the pool cue back a little in his hand and between his …

{{Unedited}}   When Marielle opened her eyes, the first thing that she remembered was that she was alone; well, except for Felix who was giving himself a proper bath at the end of the bed. Glancing at the clock, she realized that she still had half an hour before she even needed to move, which …

{{Unedited}}   Vincent slipped into a chair across from a Chamber in the little café on a street corner in Siem Reap. Chamber was reading a book, and didn’t look up at Vincent, as he sipped his coffee, and turned a page. “The French really are rude, aren’t we?” “I consider it poised,” Chamber replied, …

{{Unedited}}     Marielle sobbed the entire way home. “Okay, done with that part,” she whispered, watching the trees move by, the buildings blur, the couples walking hand in hand. Another wave of tears came over her when she saw an old woman and her husband start to cross the street. The woman was still …

{{Unedited}}     The moment that he came through the door, he had her in his arms against him as he fumbled to shut it. He pressed her against the door as his mouth clamped over hers, and their tongues began to speak wildly to one another. The soft, warm, wet feelings told her everything …

{{Unedited}} They relaxed into the couch together, as she went to one of her movie collections and found the films. “You already have them.” She shrugged dismissively, “Yeah, I love these movies,” she whispered. He smirked and lifted his arm, urging her against him, where he held her and fed her popcorn so she never …

{{Unedited}}   Chamber and Vincent walked beside each other in plain clothes, making their way through the endless throng of people. Rows upon rows of black and whites marched shoulder to shoulder, weapons poised on the left shoulders as their arms swung back and forth in perfect time to a drummed-out rhythm. The parade was …