Mar 13, 2020
Years ago, Hopper looked at her like she was all he wanted, all he needed. It was an embarrassing kind of look; it was an exciting kind of look. He didn't use words like skittish or crazy to describe her, not ever. She was just his, until she wasn't anymore, and then she was Joyce.
I like Genevie’s style of writing; each little section gives me the feel of looking through a window into a room - it feels like a bunch of paper snowflakes taped together on the same string, every one is beautiful in it’s own way, all together.
This has some adult bits at the end, in case anyone wants to skip! It’s an old one, from before Season 2 came out, but I like it a lot. I hope that my Whatever You Do, Don’ts are half as pleasant to read as this story is.
