Dreamer-of-Magic

There is a poem within the curvature of your spine, that I know. Somewhere within the scoliosis S of your back there are words,    but for now I cannot even find your muscles,                   (asymmetrical along your shoulders                    and wound up in knots that sailors would marvel at,                     buried between and above the bones of your ribs                        haphazardly like treasure, or mines, or pinched muscles                   defying all conceptual knowledge of human anatomy               and thus my every effort to ease their tension,)  and it is making this back massage really unsuccessful, but I k

Author's Notes: This is the second alternate ending for the Just Be series, as such there are massive fic spoilers abound. Just like the 'Decision Ending,' this ending takes place chronologically in the immediate aftermath of the Battle of Trost, after Part 31, and illustrates a different outcome of Part 32. Hope you enjoy! --- … … … The wait was agonizing. Hour after hour ticked by as you sat hunched against the wall, face buried in your hands. Resting on the other side of the recovery room was Jean. Lightly bandaged, he sat at a table, his hands folded together and tented up in front of him. His eyes, framed with dar