[Still, he can't bring himself to reach her. He's frozen in place by those words because it's always the truth that hurts the worst. At first, that was all any girl he talked to had been. Even Jinx. Another tally on the chalk board, kept in reserve. Because nothing here in Adstring is enough to replace his life back home.
He'd finally given up trying to replace anything. Built something new. But old habits die hard.
Can even his simplest actions cause reactions like this now?
call;
He'd finally given up trying to replace anything. Built something new. But old habits die hard.
Can even his simplest actions cause reactions like this now?
Another small step forward.]
No one could replace you, Jinx. Not for me.
What do you want me to do?