[ The pause that follows isn't a type of stalling. It's measured, the hum of contemplation filling the space. Some sense memory coloring the quiet, wishing, wanting: Quentin's bed, the fire banked in the hearth, his knee hooked around Quentin's.
They are very far from that. ]
I knew I would, [ is not the same as wanting it. ] I wanted to know what it felt like. I can't remember how it was to die, the first time.
cw: suicide discussion cont.
They are very far from that. ]
I knew I would, [ is not the same as wanting it. ] I wanted to know what it felt like. I can't remember how it was to die, the first time.