Forget you? Forget the person who wrote a
story so hauntingly beautiful that I found myself waking up at
3:00 am(!) local time to be able to read each chapter the second it was posted, utterly enthralled? No way I could forget you.
I'm loving this story, too. I think there is not a reader here who would not immediately recognize "The Park Bench." I admit, I had not given a name to the window scene, but I can see how Clark would. And now, we have "The Fountain."
Is there something wrong with me that my favorite stories always seem to be those in which Clark suffers the most? Why is that? I don't think I want to know.
You have managed to captivate me again, with just the first chapter. I can't wait to read more...