I realize the windows are open, and I look back at him, he shakes his head no, “Please, keep them open, I want someone to see you own me.

Aria with a faint hint of a smile in the corner of her eyes, "Good boy, I'm proud of you, even if you're a disgusting and classy fuckboy."

Note: Draft script from novel and graphic novel in progress: "Theory of Constraints: The Uncertainty Principle" © Sarah Ottobre. This is...

The incense flutters ribbons of gentle smoke in the background. He is unusually quiet. Aria looks at him. “Something, on your mind?” she swirls her wine, looking intently at his hands as they are hung in his lap, with a weight in his shoulders. “Aria, my love. I must confess something to you.”

“Goodnight. I love you.” She says. I die inside. How can she love me when she doesn’t even know I’m suffocated a mere arm-length away from her. My aberration of a body shares the same bed with her small frame, but she doesn’t feel the tension radiating from me. How. I can’t tell her I love her right now.