You’re not anyone I recognise
They are both hurting so badly here, I can hardly stand it. I think that's what I love most about how both of you write. Somehow, at the same time as I'm marveling at the understated elegance of your prose, my heart is being ripped to shreds...yet somehow I can't stop reading. Narcotic. That's what it is.
Now, I KNOW this part was Dave. Better than Rex, huh?
“But you don’t forgive me.”
“No.” Her voice was shaking. “But I can.”
I refer to my above statement regarding understated elegance. Such simplicity with such great power underneath.
Great touch with the clothing bit, too. He only feels like himself when in "regular" clothing. And she prefers him that way too.
Also enjoyed the end--back to the window, only with a totally different meaning behind it. So well done.
Thanks for making my Christmas merry again
