A month ago, on the same bed, my sister caught our father feeding her a piece of chocolate.
It has become an addiction, and I could not get it out of my system.
My mother’s eyes are closed, but she smiles when I kiss her.
Nothing extraordinary that my eight- year- old self would remember forever was supposed to happen until she reached the bottom of her table and brought out a shoebox.
Twenty- minutes. That is all it takes for them to figure out what is going on in my head this time.
*These are old stories my younger self wrote. See Disclaimer for warnings, etc.
Today, James decides to be a jerk. Even more than he already is.
Take that stupid diamond ring out of your pocket and just freaking propose to her under the rain for all I care.
They used to be the best of friends.
Maybe she should start. She is the one leaving after all. But he does not realize that she is just waiting for one word to come out of his mouth.