Every story has two sides. And so does love…
She stood unaccompanied in the room of hushed conversations and snide laughter.
Bianca was 23. She didn’t have wings.
Why do you persist when giving up is so much easier?
The new is always hiding in the old.
He still trusted his strength and his memory, but not his judgement. That part was no longer with him. It escaped somehow when he wasn’t paying attention.