Willa?" "Yes" "It's morning and I still love you.
He used to believe good things happened in this kind of weather.
If they just carried on like always, everything would be ok.
He reached for her and kissed her. It was all at once passionate, as if there was too much in him to contain. He was immediately swept up in it. It took no effort, the difference between swimming on your own and being washed away in a flood.
When someone needs help, you help. Right?
My writing process is very organic. I start with an idea. I have the general story arc and the cast. But then I sit down to write, and things change.