ZeroDegreeAlchemist

Chapter 2 After the second year, I jumped and excitedly made my way to the phone every time it rang, only to hear a telemarketer or the voice of another nation (however, never the one I so desperately wanted to hear). By the third year, I still answered the phone, though sometimes I debated whether I should or not. I still had hope then, that he would be back soon. I had filled up two more notebooks. The fourth year, the sound of the phone ringing became my greatest enemy. It was psychological torture, and eventually I just ripped the damnable thing off the wall and threw it to the floor. Why hadn't Alfred called? Was he still in space? Was

Please read the artist's comments for explanation. Prologue "Oh, babe…life is good," Alfred said softly, nuzzling my neck affectionately. He always got this way when we cuddled, our forms warm against one another in the pale moonlight of the night, "I love you. More than anything in the world, I love you. And I can't wait for our wedding…" I closed my eyes, breathing in his sweet scent, a mix of musk and coffee, and…something uniquely Alfred that I had grown so used to. With a sigh, I replied, "I know. I think about it every day, when we can finally promise our love to one another…" We spent the hour whispering soft, s