Just finished this. It’s the first of six stories, and while it might end up being the shortest of the lot it took a long time to complete. I started Dystopolis about a year and a half ago with this story at the front of my mind, and the others as vague sketches, and to have it complete feels strange. I haven’t yet let it go - there’s plenty of redrafting to do, once I’m far enough away from it to gain some perspective - but the final sentence is there in a story that’s barely more than 6,000 words.
On to the next. Time to demonstrate that writing about romance, even if it ends catastrophically, is something I can do.