IoSimplex
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Trying to get back into the flow and continue writing.
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At least the illusion of it.
Vox wanted so badly to say that he himself had long since belonged to Al. If only there had been even a single spark of certainty in him that he was needed.
Vox wanted so badly to say that he himself had long since belonged to Al. If only there had been even a single spark of certainty in him that he was needed.
February 16, 2026 at 2:52 PM
At least the illusion of it.
Vox wanted so badly to say that he himself had long since belonged to Al. If only there had been even a single spark of certainty in him that he was needed.
Vox wanted so badly to say that he himself had long since belonged to Al. If only there had been even a single spark of certainty in him that he was needed.
And their evenings, which used to feel like something the universe itself had adorned, would no longer feel like they existed on borrowed fingertips. They would finally belong entirely to Vox. To the two of them. Just as a part of Al would belong to him. +
February 16, 2026 at 2:52 PM
And their evenings, which used to feel like something the universe itself had adorned, would no longer feel like they existed on borrowed fingertips. They would finally belong entirely to Vox. To the two of them. Just as a part of Al would belong to him. +
He would tell him that they would build a place together near the spot where they spent almost every evening. And when the money finally appeared, they would buy out the bar. And it would belong only to the two of them. +
February 16, 2026 at 2:52 PM
He would tell him that they would build a place together near the spot where they spent almost every evening. And when the money finally appeared, they would buy out the bar. And it would belong only to the two of them. +
In his foolish, completely lovestruck head, hundreds of thoughts and ideas were spinning—sickeningly sweet on the tongue in those moments when the urge to say them to Al became unbearable. +
February 16, 2026 at 2:52 PM
In his foolish, completely lovestruck head, hundreds of thoughts and ideas were spinning—sickeningly sweet on the tongue in those moments when the urge to say them to Al became unbearable. +
At least something carved in stone.
At least something that would prove Vox hadn’t gone mad and hadn’t invented something that had never really existed. +
At least something that would prove Vox hadn’t gone mad and hadn’t invented something that had never really existed. +
February 16, 2026 at 2:52 PM
At least something carved in stone.
At least something that would prove Vox hadn’t gone mad and hadn’t invented something that had never really existed. +
At least something that would prove Vox hadn’t gone mad and hadn’t invented something that had never really existed. +
Just as far from it as Vox himself was from such a self-sufficient and unbearably desired Al.
He would endure.
And he would be endlessly happy to remain by Al’s side on those partnership terms, if only they gave him at least some place next to him. +
He would endure.
And he would be endlessly happy to remain by Al’s side on those partnership terms, if only they gave him at least some place next to him. +
February 16, 2026 at 2:52 PM
Just as far from it as Vox himself was from such a self-sufficient and unbearably desired Al.
He would endure.
And he would be endlessly happy to remain by Al’s side on those partnership terms, if only they gave him at least some place next to him. +
He would endure.
And he would be endlessly happy to remain by Al’s side on those partnership terms, if only they gave him at least some place next to him. +
To something that was so far from what Vox truly wanted. So different from the sparks that ran between them on especially fine evenings, making his foolish heart clench so tightly that holding back the urge to press himself to another body felt like an unbearable torment. +
February 16, 2026 at 2:52 PM
To something that was so far from what Vox truly wanted. So different from the sparks that ran between them on especially fine evenings, making his foolish heart clench so tightly that holding back the urge to press himself to another body felt like an unbearable torment. +
Just as far from it as Vox himself was from such a self-sufficient and unbearably desired Al.
He would endure.
And he would be endlessly happy to remain by Al’s side on those partnership terms, if only they gave him at least some place next to him. At least something carved in stone.
He would endure.
And he would be endlessly happy to remain by Al’s side on those partnership terms, if only they gave him at least some place next to him. At least something carved in stone.
February 16, 2026 at 11:12 AM
Just as far from it as Vox himself was from such a self-sufficient and unbearably desired Al.
He would endure.
And he would be endlessly happy to remain by Al’s side on those partnership terms, if only they gave him at least some place next to him. At least something carved in stone.
He would endure.
And he would be endlessly happy to remain by Al’s side on those partnership terms, if only they gave him at least some place next to him. At least something carved in stone.
To something that was so far from what Vox truly wanted. So different from the sparks that ran between them on especially fine evenings, making his foolish heart clench so tightly that holding back the urge to press himself to another body felt like an unbearable torment.
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February 16, 2026 at 11:12 AM
To something that was so far from what Vox truly wanted. So different from the sparks that ran between them on especially fine evenings, making his foolish heart clench so tightly that holding back the urge to press himself to another body felt like an unbearable torment.
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