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So today was better than yesterday, because I broke through that tiny block that was killing me in the middle of Chapter 3 of Seize the Day. I am now in the middle of Chapter 4 and am feeling much better about things, again. 29/50 pages! Yessssss.

And now, for something completely different:

“Then where are we going?” Jasper pressed, furrowing his brow. “I mean, we’ve been walking for weeks together, Ryin. Maybe months. When are you gonna trust me?”

Ryin stopped in his tracks, the dusty road they had been traversing still feeling warm underneath his feet. Jasper stopped beside him, a look of annoyance and hurt on his face. “Where the fuck did you get that impression? D’you really fucking think I would have let you travel with me if I didn’t trust you?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just — you won’t tell me a damn thing, okay?” Jasper muttered, looking away from Ryin. He scuffed his feet against the ground. “You — you’re the only person I can even call a friend in this entire universe and I feel like you keep me at this huge fucking distance –”

“Because I’ve fucking lost literally everything I’ve ever had, Jazz!” Ryin snapped, turning on his heel and storming away from him. “God for-fucking-bid I wouldn’t want to lose you, too.”

“Wait — what did you just call me?” he asked, his voice strangely quiet as Ryin heard his footsteps approach him slowly. The question threw Ryin off guard, causing him to look at Jazz — not Jasper, Jazz — over his shoulder. “Did you just — give me a fucking nickname?”

Jazz’s blue eyes were lined with tears, an unreadable expression on his face as Ryin turned to face him completely, his previous anger suddenly forgotten. “Y-Yeah, I guess I did,” Ryin murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. “Is that — okay with you?” he asked, his hand falling away from his neck.

Before Ryin could say or do anything else, Jazz had launched himself at him, hugging him tightly. Ryin froze in place, his whole body tensing as Jazz nuzzled his head against Ryin’s shoulder. “J-Jazz, what the hell are you –”

“Just — shut up, okay?” Jazz muttered into Ryin’s shoulder. He squeezed Ryin even harder, his own shoulders shaking. “Just — just give me a minute.”

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