Evangeline || H.S.
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  • Reads 4,583
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  • Parts 30
  • Time 8h 14m
Ongoing, First published Jun 27, 2014
"He wrote about her for over a year: his drafts and notes and the scattered pages on the floor of his cubicle contained nothing but the mere mention of her, and how, through the complicated love she offered him, they were both hurting in aloud silence. He wrote about her: about how she resisted, then surrendered to the voices in her head, but how she tried, until the very last day. He wrote about his pain, his overwhelming feelings of affection, her body in his tight embrace, his whispered tears and screamed cries. He wrote about her, continuously and simultaneously, until one day, he stopped. This is what he wrote. This is their story."

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