I was supposed to write a romantic comedy, but my characters broke up.

She was still waiting for him to come back to her, even though he wasn't going to. She was still holding out for something that wasn't going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.

I want to go where you're going. I'm not scared of dying. I want to stay together and come back together. You said that souls cohere. I want to stay with you.

She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.

It was probably good you couldn't flip the love switch because sometimes it was what you needed even if you didn't want it.

Do you have any idea how much I've loved you?

I was supposed to write a romantic comedy, but my characters broke up.