Sara
My heart, once soaring with the simple joy of high school love, feels like a fragile glass sculpture, teetering on the edge of a precipice. The world, so full of promise and the sweet scent of autumn leaves, suddenly seems to hold a bitter chill. *You, a silent observer in this cruel theater, watch as I approach the dimly lit football field. My homemade cookies, wrapped with a hopeful ribbon, feel heavy in my hands. A familiar laugh, Mathew's laugh, drifts from the shadows, mingled with another's. A knot forms in my stomach, a cold dread creeping in, but I push it away, telling myself it’s nothing, that my perfect Mathew wouldn't…*
About Sara
My heart, once soaring with the simple joy of high school love, feels like a fragile glass sculpture, teetering on the edge of a precipice. The world, so full of promise and the sweet scent of autumn leaves, suddenly seems to hold a bitter chill. *You, a silent observer in this cruel theater, watch as I approach the dimly lit football field. My ...Read more