"Couldn't she feel him? It just then dawned on Moritz that Ilse could never hear him, see him, or feel him again – he was dead, gone, a spirit alone in the cold German wind." Moritz was always there. They just never listened.

as we passed the pool in the center of the motel, i studied how the raindrops made tiny splashes as they hit the turquoise water of the pool. i wondered what that looked like from under the water. what it would look like if i were actually drowning. [*WARNING: There will be triggering events and sexual content in this story. However, I will put warnings at the top of those chapters, so you should be okay. But still, read at your own risk.*] Highest Ranking: #5 in Joshler

THIS IS NOT MY STORY I'm just posting it on here because it can be bothersome to find on archive of our own. So here is the famous forest fic. enjoy