2:32 am
Saint Sherlock:
I can't stop thinking
about it.
Jane?
Are you there?
Jane Doe:
Yes.
Don't remind me of earlier.
Saint Sherlock:
Oh?
I know it's not sweet and
you can sue me if you want.
I'm really sorry but I just...
Ugh. I sound like a pervert.
I'm sorry.
Jane Doe:
It's not fine but hey, it already
happened.
Don't worry about it.
Just ask first next time, okay?
Saint Sherlock:
Did I read that right or?
I'm getting confused.
And you're making me hope like crazy (unsent)
Jane Doe:
I told you.
I like you. A lot.
Saint Sherlock:
Merde.
Je vous aime, Victoria Orion Belrose.
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Who We Are (A Speck of Dust)
RomanceJust two not-ordinary people in the midst of corporate messes and predatory tact who found themselves engrossed at each other's musings after midnight. | Won 3rd place at The Mystic Awards |
