Hate to break it to you, but it's out of my control...

[andwhosearmy]

sunday_reveries: "There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall." - ColetteAt five minutes to midnight before the tenth plague, Casey stands facing the doors of the police station with her pistol in hand, an angel

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[storyinmypocket]

Oh, ow. That was gorgeous. And painful.

[andwhosearmy]

Thank you. *Lovenom* I've been stalled on this for days and finally went "OH GOD FUCK THIS IS GOING TO BE FINISHED." So I'm glad it didn't turn out terrible or anything. ^^

[calicoway]

fja;lrejar *flails* This hurt my heart to read in the best way ever, but yes.

like hers is the only heart beating in miles of steel and concrete. I loved that. It's one of my favorite lines in this piece.

I'm also in love with the ending. It's kind of like one of those soft punch endings.

Oh, Casey. I love your writing. Always have and always will. <33

[andwhosearmy]

That line made me really happy too. Apparently some good things do come out of sleep-deprived, "oh, fuck it" writing.

And thank you, love. ♥ That means a lot to me.

[rattle_thecages]

I am always so happy whenever you write for sunday_rev. It's like Christmas morning. ^^

And I agree that this line:
like hers is the only heart beating in miles of steel and concrete. is my favorite of the whole thing.

Casey needs all the hugs. :

[andwhosearmy]

Aww, thank you! ♥ I'm trying to get back into the habit of writing short things daily like I used to - not quite there yet, but sunday_reveries is such a wonderful thing to have around to help me out. ^^

[rattle_thecages]

Yay! I am glad it can help. :D

*gnaws gently*