When Walter mumbles Daniel’s name, groping for him in the shadows, Daniel could cry, already is, small tears sliding over the hills of his cheeks.
“It’s OK.” He whispers through choked tears, gently cupping Walter’s face with large hands. Walter rasps his name again, wincing, fingers seeking out the make-shift bandages that
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It's strangely anti-climactic, for me - but then again, good fics usually feel that way to me. :) It's like, I spend so much time reading it and loving it, and then at the end I have to stop and realize, "Oh. It's done..." :) You ended it well, though, you really did. I loved this story... a whole lot. Will you be writing more?
Spectacular job! :)
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Thanks so much! And yes, I'll be writing more soon hopefully. I currently have an entry I'm working on for the kink meme competition, so that's the next story you'll see from me.
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:D Hooray! We get more!
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