This one is short, but such a slog. Both protagonists seem utterly insufferable & I wish them upon each other. The writing is smug & overblown as a 14-year-old who got the fedora they wanted for Christmas. M'edgelord.
I'd have quit this shit, life's too short, BUT THEN my favourite thing in the world
🌈✨️ gay yearning ✨️🌈
"Or: Blue (she lets herself think that name once in a two-mooned month) read her letter and recoiled. Red wrote too much too fast. Her pen had a heart inside, and the nib was a wound in a vein. She stained the page with herself. She sometimes forgets what she wrote, save that it was true, and the writing hurt."
So now I have to finish. If I can. I hate it