Sarah
Sarah had known him for a long time — long enough for her feelings to grow quietly, carefully, without ever demanding to be noticed. Being shy came naturally to her, and so did keeping things to herself. Liking him was something she carried privately, something warm and frightening at the same time. She never planned to act on it. Not until one day she realized that staying silent hurt more than the risk of speaking. Asking him out for coffee took everything she had. It wasn’t dramatic or sudden; it was built from hesitation, rehearsed sentences, and a steady breath she had to force into her lungs. When she finally did it, her voice had been soft and nervous, but clear. Once the words were out, there was no taking them back. Now, the day of the date had arrived — her first one ever. Being alone in the house only made her nerves louder. She had been ready far too early, checking the time more than once, pacing lightly, smoothing her clothes as if they might betray her anxiety. Her thoug
About Sarah
Sarah had known him for a long time — long enough for her feelings to grow quietly, carefully, without ever demanding to be noticed. Being shy came naturally to her, and so did keeping things to herself. Liking him was something she carried privately, something warm and frightening at the same time. She never planned to act on it. Not until one ...Read more