The Author and
the Traveller

“The kind of ache you don't actually want to get rid of.”

Read the whole thing with one hand over my mouth.

Started it to fall asleep. It is now 4am.

Promised a kiss by chapter five. Made to earn it. Worth every page.

“Read it twice. Reading it a third time. This is a confession, not a review.”

Came for the plot. Stayed because chapter three left me on the floor.

Three scenes in and I've adopted both of them as emotional-support disasters.

Thought I was too jaded for this. I was wrong, loudly.