And in a childishly clumsy embrace, Henry Clerval realized something, something important. Adam wasn’t the only one changing him, bettering him, Victor was as well. Taking his hurt and scars and ripping them to pieces, puzzling him back together somewhat more whole and healthier for it, softer for it, kinder for it. Victor Frankenstein had the strange power to revive and reanimate more than just bodies, it seemed, but hearts as well.
an edit for my in-progress novel, dream about the impossible!













