Sunday Sentences, April 14, 2024
Getting in a bit late today because I needed to write actual sentences for this. Today, we return to my RBB fic, (the only truth) everything comes back to you. I apologize pre-emptively and profusely for what you are about to read.
âHazza, my thoughts about your husband aside, have you two talked about this at all?â Pez swirls his wine in its glass.Â
Henry thinks. Runs the lemon slice around the rim of his glass. Stares at the ice cubes that are slowly melting as though they hold the answer to Pezâs question, but they donât. He doesnât remember talking to Alex, and canât pinpoint a time heâd have had the chance to, but he also knows Alex is aware thereâs a chasm between them, a distance they canât seem to bridge. Instead of facing the problem, Alex just throws himself into something else.Â
Henry sighs and shakes his head. Maybe they arenât the greatest when it comes to tackling their challenges head on, together.Â
Again, my apologies. It will only hurt for a little while.
Hoping that tumblr has gotten it's tagging shit together by being late to the game (update: nope)