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Every evening I tell him I\u2019ll let him know in the morning. Each morning, I\u2019m even further from wanting him gone. His wound continues to heal cleanly and without infection. Eventually there\u2019s nothing left visible of the gunshot but a thick scab. We have sex nearly every day, and not once does Micah ask questions or imply that there\u2019s anything more serious between us than recreational physical release.<\/p>\n

So the relationship remains safe for me. I keep telling myself that I can end it anytime, and it won\u2019t affect the safety or contentment of my solitary life. But even as I remind myself of these facts, I can\u2019t help but admit I\u2019m enjoying Micah\u2019s companionship as much as I\u2019m enjoying the sex.<\/p>\n

I like hanging out with him. I like going through our normal chores and outings together. I like having someone at my back and by my side. Molly has been enough for the past year\u2014so much so that I haven\u2019t felt any lack. But with Micah around, I can tell the difference. It\u2019s undeniable. I like not being alone. Occasionally I try to imagine how I\u2019ll feel after Micah moves on.<\/p>\n

He will. Of course. He\u2019s got a full life that has nothing to do with me. Friends. A community. He\u2019s retreated temporarily because of his lingering grief over his sister, but it\u2019s not going to last forever. Not for a man as naturally warm and social as him. He\u2019s not like me. Sometimes the thought of being alone again scares me so much I\u2019m tempted to go ahead and lower the boom simply to get it over with.<\/p>\n

But it\u2019s going to be hard no matter when it happens. I might as well have a little bit longer with him. Those are the thoughts in my mind on a Friday morning six weeks after he showed up wounded on my doorstep. We got up early to hunt for an hour in the hopes of replenishing our supply of meat. We move together easily.<\/p>\n

Instinctively. Both of us know what we\u2019re doing and are acutely aware of the other\u2019s position and intentions. We hunt well together. Molly knows and loves Micah now. The dog has adopted him into her very small pack.<\/p>\n

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. No generative artificial intelligence (AI) was used in the writing, editing, or production of this book.<\/p>\n

The author expressly prohibits any entity from using this publication for purposes of training AI technologies to generate text, including without limitation technologies that are capable of generating works in the same style or genre. The author reserves all rights to license use of this work for generative AI training and development of machine learning language models. Copyright \u00a9 2026 by Claire Kent. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means.<\/p>\n

OceanofPDF.com ABOUT LOST SONG I was nineteen when the world fell apart with news of an impending planet- altering disaster. To make the most of the time we had left, my high school boyfriend and I ran away to elope. We moved to a camper deep in the woods to escape the chaotic panic and violent struggle for food and supplies.<\/p>\n

We learned to survive on our own. Three years later and he\u2019s long gone. But I\u2019m still here. Living alone. Avoiding other survivors because no one can be trusted anymore. Then an injured man drops at my feet, and I make the impulsive decision to help him. I\u2019ll tend to his wounds and wait for him to heal, but that\u2019s all I can offer. He\u2019s got his own demons–everyone who\u2019s made it this long does–and I won\u2019t let him drag me into danger.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve done fine on my own. I can\u2019t risk everything that\u2019s kept me safe for him. Lost Song is a post-apocalyptic romance set in the near future after a global catastrophe and includes some violent content and (secondary) character death. OceanofPDF.com 1 My marriage lasted eleven months, fourteen days, and six hours.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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