Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.
Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.
She knew she was going to have trouble believing in herself, in the room of her house, and when she glanced over at this new book on her nightstand, stacked atop the one she finished last night, she reached for it automatically, as if reading were the singular and obvious first task of the day, the only viable way to negotiate the transit from sleep to obligation.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories