Publish. Read. Get Read.
Random First Lines:Just a reflection on pain and the layers we hide behind to escape it. This is personal. » Read
. . . I guess I wrote to tell you that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the hugs and kisses that I forgot, for the little secrets we shared that are lost somewhere deep in my brain, and for not remembering that night . . .
When Seth left, he left something behind. Something Becca could never...