KHCombe

For the first time in nine years of leaving the building behind him, someone was waiting for him to come outside. Mara was leaning against his bicycle, smiling a well-meant smile. Tristan found himself unable to appreciate her gesture, though. She’d intruded his privacy, even though he had told her so many times he didn’t want her to come here. Outside the hospital, where he was at his most vulnerable, he didn’t want to be seen by anyone he knew. That included his sweet and understanding wife,

I'm very grateful for the fact that you seem to like my story. I won't make promises I cannot keep; life has caught up with me in a huge way. I am still not well at the moment, but I'm sure I'll get better in time. I have written a bit recently, so there will be an update. It really depends on how I'm feeling, though. With love

Aw no, don't be disturbed I'm doing well, in comparison with a few weeks ago. I'm grateful for your warming reaction, and of course the compliments about my writing are humbling as ever. I'm glad to share

Thanks for your sweet wishes and compliments At the beginning, writing proved to be a great means for distraction. Then, a month ago, it became impossible and now it's a pleasant distraction from pain etc. again. Nothing will stop me from writing ;-)

“Kannst du dich nicht einfach entlieben? Bei mir ist es doch auch gegangen.“ Can’t you just fall out of love? Just like I did. Emma to her father - Eine aussergewöhnliche Affäre As peaceful as it had seemed before, the mood abruptly changed the moment both men released their hold. The kiss had actually tasted sweet, as one reads in cheesy romantic novels. It might had to do something with the fact they’d eaten pastry moments before, but it made the experience even more intense. It had been

Don't leave, please don't leave ;-) I'll take my time indeed, and I'll need my time too. And yes, the Youtube clip is quite erotic I remember watching this interpretation for the first time (after having seen 3 performances of the opera) and thinking: "Eh, I really don't remember this...?"

You're welcome to read it again, though I hope it isn't necessary because it's too complicated or something. And 'heavenly' is a big, big compliment. Thanks

Gosh, you still like it. I never expected such positive reactions, so this is great. Thank you

Thanks, thanks again and again It's my pleasure to share.

Oh gosh *blushes* Thank you so much! Or at least, I think your reference to the opening flower is positive, right? Le Poème Harmonique is brilliant, if I'm not mistaken there's a long video of them playing Lully (journees aux chateaux des Versailles) on Youtube. There are some really nice bits around the forty-one minute mark! I hope the story's good enough to keep you interested. Graag gedaan! ;-)

I'm really glad you like the pace. I've constantly doubted it, for it might seem very slow compared to other stories. It's great to hear your reassurance, though, so I'll just continue in this pace.

Thank you very much, it's wonderful to hear it's actually hard to stop reading the story. The musical references are not all well known, but they are certainly worth looking up. Glad to teach you some geography too ;-)

He didn’t like going to sleep alone. The presence of another body in the double bed prevented him from falling in the trap of overanalyzing. Nightly thinking was disastrous; there was plenty of time to beat oneself down. Sleepless nights usually weren’t spent thinking about the pleasant things in life. No, those hours were saved for spiraling into – more than literal – darkness. This night was dominated by half-awake dreams about Sigurd, a crying Mara and two arms hugging him into suffocation.

Yay, go Mike! She was from my hometown, she's still worshipped there. I don't really know why, though, but I've seen the costume in real life

Enough complications indeed, including the fact I posted the chapter way earlier than planned (got to love my technical skills). Thanks for the compliment, and I hope you'll enjoy reading more! With love