2 The Photograph He carried a photo of her with him everywhere during the war. Of distance and nostalgia and, just maybe, a connection still. AU. Aridon/Aylia.

2 Walk With Me Of wintertime and sweet without the bitter.

1 carcinogenic catharsis Secondhand smoke will be the death of me. Or at least the death of my heart.

1 afterhours He doesn't want to break her, but he knows it probably isn't enough: that this, them, now, ever, probably isn't enough. But she weathers his silence, and he can't let go. Rated T for implicit; nothing explicit.

1 silence I've never been one of those people able to say what I feel.

8 ebb and flow Because subtlety is sacred, and such is the case with things that are meant to be. F/J.

2 August Rain Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words...

4 A Matter of Perspective ["Just don't look so hard," she had told him, her lilting voice quiet, hard to hear over the rustling leaves of the nearby trees.] A bit fluffy.

7 Too Cold for March [Aren't you cold? Out here all the time with no coat. Honestly.] Prequel to And the Cold Drifts Away.

8 look back and remember Maybe it won't matter and the memories will become dreams that vanish upon waking, hazy snatches of a past long faded into the dawn. Of love and loss and, just maybe, moving on.