do i haunt you like you haunt me? do you see me in your dreams, staring coldly at you through that screen door? or do i plead for you to stay, follow you to your car as you try to escape, with tears streaming down my face & lonely whispers? is it a devilish simper…
Tag: short story
love letter for a friend
there’s something about letting the summer sun warm your skin after a long, cloudy week that just changes your perception on things. not in some gravely drastic way that influences the pieces of your character or anything like that, but the rays soften the world around you — or maybe, just maybe, they soften you,…