(John's POV)
She speaks in tongues of flame.
I am burning here, but it is beautiful.
She will scatter the ash with the voice she holds.
Whatever I say pales in comparison,
until it is transparent.
"...stay up until the sunset?"
"No," she cries.
(Leah's POV)
The moonset.
Sunrise is overrated,
the sunset's too iconic.
The moonrise has been discovered.
But the moonset?
That is mine.
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Leah and All Accompanying Disasters
RomanceHere are vingettes and conversations from a novel I haven't yet written. Here are Leah, John, and all of their disasters.
