The photograph was old and faded, scuffed from rubbing up against credit cards and dollar notes. One corner was permanently creased and folded over, and there was a mysterious discoloured stain encroaching from the right side. It was a pathetic example of photography and he didn’t know how it had found it’s way into his wallet, and as he looked at
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oh, you seriously know how to rip my heart out and stitch it all back together, bb. this was just so painful and lovely and that ending (and those last few lines! <333)
i seriously just love you and your fic, you know that? you've really surprised me with just how talented you are with this, with just how good your plots are and how emotional you can make a single moment and -
*sigh* love love love this, is what i'm saying :P
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but with the prompt "photographs" this is just what came to me, and i've learned not to doubt those ideas that just pop into my head lol. :D
omgness i am just going to sit back and re-read this comment a few times. to make me happy, you see. because that is what it does. it makes me happy.
i am seriously SO glad that you liked it so much. thank you thank you!
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(but please feel free to go back and read those previous chapters...you know, if you want to!)
i also can't get past the fact that you called me "chickidie" - I LOVE IT! XD
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Ooooh, the angst. How I loooove it! (Also Cook why so silly >:|) Your writing is absolutely perfect. <3
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