Wow Sara, thats just...amazing! heartwrenching! Poor Clark.
Whats scary is that I recognize so much of what he's feeling. I've felt that numb feeling before, there are days when I just don't feel like I want wake up and face life. Days when I'd rather no one knew I was home. So I can really imagine what Clark's going through.
Anyway you have real talent if you can make the reader identify with the characters and maybe feel what they're feeling. It feels real, like this guy could really exist.
And I can completely understand his feeling of being used by Wells and then conveniently forgotten about until the next time they need a stand-in for Clark.
My fave bits?
He looked around his apartment, shrouded in darkness. Just like his heart.
Nice imagery!
He couldn't kill himself, but he could go to sleep and pray futilely that he wouldn't wake up.
Aww! Poor guy!
Clark awoke the next morning with the sun screaming in his face.
Wow, now THAT is good.
There were fourteen thousand, three hundred and sixty-four.
lol!
Anyways those were the little bits that I thought were gold, the whole thing was absolutely great though!
Guess what I was listening to while I read this part? Away From the Sun! Strange coincidence eh? :p
Gee, I think this is the longest fdk I've ever posted!
