Sometimes The Loudest Cries For Help Are

The Actual Writing Time Is A Lot Shorter Than The Thinking Time.

In Real Life, Coincidences Happen All The Time. In Novels, They Are Leapt Upon With Fury.

Sure, On A Larger Scale, It Was Healthy To Have People Out There You Cared About More Than Yourself. She Knew That. But Then There Was The Abject Fear You Would Lose It. They Say Possessions Own You. Not So. Loved Ones Own You. You Are Forever Held Hostage Once You Care So Much.

..."better To Have Loved And Lost" Bullshit. Don't Show Me Paradise And Then Burn It Down.

There Is A Certain Fate To The Universe And A Certain Randomness.