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[ghazalah]

For Stephen, falling out of love

He walked out of the hotel into the fog, fog that thickened as he wandered down towards the harbour: fog in his mind as he tried to interpret the strong and sometimes contradictory emotions that overlapped and mingled in his unreasoning part --grief, disappointment, self-accusation, loss: above all irreparable

Comments

[ladybretagne]

*thwaps Stephen* I love you, but you're a PRAT in that book.

[ghazalah]

Not as bad as Louisa Wogan. *thwaps her*

I can't be too hard on him right now, because when I left him he was gone to ground in Franchon's, waiting to be killed. Tomorrow though, he's in trouble.

[ladybretagne]

Oh I can never be too hard on him, I love him too much. I just wish he'd stop being an idiot.

[sparowe]

The impossible darling. Argh!

Anon

[ghazalah]

At least he had the decency to work "self-accusation" into his fog of emotion.

He does try a girl's patience.