Literature
Cold Ethyl
The chilly Autumn night air breathed into Steven's face. Steven breathed hot, ragged breaths back into it. His eyes were partially closed and his tear ducts were draining. Why did he do it? Was there any logic in what he had done? No. None that a logical person could notice.
Logical? Don't you mean sane, Steve-o?
"Sane is logical," Steven spoke aloud. He found speaking to his voices was comforting at these times.
What you did was illogical, then?
"To another person, perhaps."
If what you did was illogical, what does that make you?
"I don't want to think about it"
Yet he never stops thinking. Steven always thin