Story fight!
I had no idea where to take Brendan's reply to my Miranda challenge until this dropped, fully-formed, into my brain. Yay brain, huh? I guess the ball's in your court, now.
Zeke doesn’t want to hurt tonight – the one week mark – so when Miranda still hasn’t come back by sunset, he stops staring at the door and cleans up. He bleaches the bloody sheets, puts the clothes and trinkets from the spare room floor in a cardboard box. He puts the ring in the box, too.
It hurts anyway, though. The empty room, the smell of bleach. The smudge of lipstick on the glass he’s reaching for oh, hell
Miranda opens the door to the tang of ammonia: when she sees him, she doesn’t need a referral to feel what he’s feeling.
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