C.F. Barrington

‘Humans have forgotten how to be nocturnal,’

“Are you sure that we are awake?

It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream.”

Life lingered in her.

How long did it linger?

Maybe it’s just me who lies beside her each night, broken, depleted, waiting for life to linger no more.

Maybe it’s just me who lies beside her each night, broken, depleted, waiting for life to linger no more

My life has been defined by tragedy and yet I begin with hope.

A woman who captivated me from the moment we met.

my mind was still filled with her.

already had more than a lifetime of bad luck without old Patrick Hamilton thinking he could make it worse. But if there was anything that could alienate me more on my first day, it was the wither of her gaze and the tone of her words.