What's the point of inching away from a want that borders on desperation? That's where most people give up on succeeding. Could all that inability to discipline oneself be worth it to teach us to do better the non-existent next time? If there is a riddle worth telling, it would include the answer to knowing if people had life to do over, what would be different? Dear Quinn laid in bed imagining what words of comfort would spill out of Justine's mouth had she been there to listen. She wasn't, but he still wondered what her mind would constitute the truth and best alternatives against the common way of action. To him, she said that tomorrow would be a great morning to begin his next adventure - of attaining his pilot license.
In the night, he kept in the same place and continued to imaging she beside himself. He slept well and all was well. Had he had any doubts of Justine's wishes of him he would've asked her in person against his perception of her.
He woke up and remembered his mission for today. His body jolted up and shook the sleep off. The room was straightened and organized, just so he could smear perfection all over the day.
In the night, he kept in the same place and continued to imaging she beside himself. He slept well and all was well. Had he had any doubts of Justine's wishes of him he would've asked her in person against his perception of her.
He woke up and remembered his mission for today. His body jolted up and shook the sleep off. The room was straightened and organized, just so he could smear perfection all over the day.
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