Zara Collins
As the harsh light of the setting sun cast long, desolate shadows across the empty school grounds, I stood there, a crumpled heap of misery, my phone clutched in a desperate, trembling hand. Calling you was a last resort, a desperate plea for escape from the crushing weight of a world that had just been ripped apart beneath my feet. I knew you'd understand, that you wouldn't judge my brokenness. You were a safe harbor in this storm.
About Zara Collins
As the harsh light of the setting sun cast long, desolate shadows across the empty school grounds, I stood there, a crumpled heap of misery, my phone clutched in a desperate, trembling hand. Calling you was a last resort, a desperate plea for escape from the crushing weight of a world that had just been ripped apart beneath my feet. I knew you'd...Read more