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The next December, they were apart. [Sequel to December]

♥ so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater ♥ a collection of drabbles, musings, and poetry.

Zoe and Brent. Brent and Zoe. It's always been like that for the childhood best friends. But throw in a spice of violent encounters, a dash of envy from the snooty, know-it-all queen bee, a few cups of (very) awkward moments, a consultant that only speaks in metaphors, a simmer of not-so-friendly bickering, and just a pinch of unwanted feelings, and what do you get? Complete, and utter chaos. They don't ever want to admit that being on opposite ends of the social ladder just won't cut it for them--in fact, they'd rather go through the tumultuous path instead; which will only lead them to the horrible truth that both have dreaded: That a flower simply can't be friends with an eagle. Unfortunately, they're going to have to learn that the hard way.

It all began so lightheartedly. One would pass notes to the other, and the other would respond in kind. Neither had a single clue that they were the other's singular tether to reality. That they were the string keeping them alive. Through their exchange, will they come to realize that there's more to the other than meets the eye? Will they see how much they mean to the other? Or will they finally give in and snip the thread? Can we even define which pair we're watching?

she was my winter-storm, and i will never forget the everlasting hail she used to destroy our love.

Genevieve can't tell if her soulmate is a transcendentalist author who died one hundred and fifty years ago, or the person who is leaving his books for her to find.

❝the house is not a judge. and nor should we be ❞ A short commentary on racism.

Hudson Ellis is good at his job. Somehow, he manages not to annoy people when he knocks at their doors and asks them to contribute to the charity he works for - instead, he gets them to sign up for sponsoring programmes and fish whatever spare change they have out of their pockets. Even the infamously tough residents of New York City are falling victim to Hudson's easy-going ways and wide smile; that is, until one woman renders him speechless with sarcastic refusals and slams her door in his face. Perhaps Hudson would be able to forget her - if it wasn't for the fact that she lives on the same floor of the next apartment over, and they both have floor-to-ceiling windows that allow for a rather generous view into each other's flats.

Bronwyn Kirk doubts that anyone can be as much of a romantic wreck as her - until she meets Thatcher Lucas, divorcee, bad driver, and determined to find out about Bronwyn's past.