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The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

Meddling

*Owen's POV*

It killed me to be so close by and not be able to say hi, not be able to grab even one quick hug. It had been 9 years since our last one. But I could only break certain rules, the rest I would have to deal with only being able to bend. And I was running out of borrowed time. It was going to take me forever to work off all the favors it was taking to repeatedly bring me here.

I sighed, patting Harriet's purple hair. Gwyn had been starting to decay emotionally and even mentally from social isolation. She was so strong in so many ways, but in others... I wished that I could talk to her. I hoped, desperately, that I was right, and that Andy would be good for her.

For better or worse, I had stuck my fingers in the business of the living, and right now I needed to keep my fucking head down and hope no one fucking noticed. Seeing Gwyn that way, I hadn't been able to stop myself.

Putting my hand over Harriet's eyes, I concentrated. "Awaken recovered." I waited. About 3 minutes later, Harriet sat up and looked at me, mildly disoriented.

"What- ground? Andy Biersack? Umm... Do I know you?" She squinted at me uncertainly.

"I'm Owen, Harriet, but you'll forget about that in a few minutes. You remember talking with a passerby- you fainted when you recognized Andy. He was on his way to meet Gwyn for the first time, all thanks to you. The person told you that they had just been walking by when they saw you pass out. They spoke with Andy, and he had asked them to thank you for helping him find Gwyn, and tell you that he would be in contact with you soon. But right then, he couldn't wait any longer to get to see her. How are you feeling?" She looked refreshed.

"Fine." She grinned, still a little dazed.

I stood up, then gave her a hand up. My body temperature was already starting to drop a bit, and I needed to avoid any more contact and get the fuck out of here. "Great. Take care, Harriet." I turned and walked as calmly as I could down the street. I heard Harriet call, "bye!" Luckily, she didn't actually follow me.



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SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
4/15/17

Ok, cool. I don't mind plodding plots at all, but as a frustrated English teacher, I can totally understand the grammar and structure stuff.

Merelan Merelan
1/26/17

@Merelan


oh, i'm not changing it significantly in that regard. i mean more a stylistic change to make it easier to read: breaking up paragraphs, improving grammar and tense consistency, stuff like that. i've become a much better writer and i want my stuff to reflect that. if you're nervous about the changed, you can check out the newest version on my wattpad account. my user name is anathemadvm, just plain anathema was taken. i'm still likely to further revise the very beginning a little, but nothing is plot related, i like the plot as much as i ever did. i just want it to be easier to read, that's all.

anathema anathema
1/26/17

@anathema
Actually, the beginning of LoJ fits the story perfectly, IMHO. You establish Gywn as a likeable, but clearly flawed character from the door. It's much different from most other fanfic, which want to get to the Bride(s) ASAP.

Merelan Merelan
1/26/17

@Merelan


oh my goodness! i don't think even i have read it that many times, though i could be wrong! i've certainly only read it through once in one sitting! i promise that the edited version is higher quality, but i don't dare tinker with it here until i have the whole thing ready to go. right now i've edited through chapter 50, though i might need to ahve another look at the very beginning, because it's so plodding.

anathema anathema
1/26/17
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