There’s such tenderness here and the way you wrote about their hands touching sent an electric memory through the outer edge of one of my pinky fingers!!! Just a high school classroom memory, so innocent!!!! This entire story keeps this charged theme and I loved the space I felt to let these people appear as themselves in my head through their gestures or motives rather than being told someone with x-coloured hair is now doing whatever next thing. I loved your way of writing here and I cared for these people—or believed them?? It’s making me think and making me feel like maybe I can let go of this idea it’s necessary to build a character aesthetically to make them real—that’s not where my interest is with character dev / fiction so I rarely try my hand at it.
There’s such tenderness here and the way you wrote about their hands touching sent an electric memory through the outer edge of one of my pinky fingers!!! Just a high school classroom memory, so innocent!!!! This entire story keeps this charged theme and I loved the space I felt to let these people appear as themselves in my head through their gestures or motives rather than being told someone with x-coloured hair is now doing whatever next thing. I loved your way of writing here and I cared for these people—or believed them?? It’s making me think and making me feel like maybe I can let go of this idea it’s necessary to build a character aesthetically to make them real—that’s not where my interest is with character dev / fiction so I rarely try my hand at it.