We kiss. Gently. I hold onto his hand and feel a tear glide down my cheek. As our lips part, his gaze holds my own. His eyes are glistening with emotion; sadness and regret mix with the chocolate brown of his irises. 'I'm sorry,' he whispers. 'Me too.' I slip my hand from his and… Continue reading Goodbye
'Welcome home!' A chorus of voices chant as I walk into the room. 'Wow, guys!' I glance around the room. Roughly forty people are crammed into my tiny living room, raising glasses of champagne. Someone hands me a glass of my own. A homecoming surprise party is the last thing I want right now. But… Continue reading Homecoming Party
What a foolish notion, I think. Harry has just asked if I'd ever taken mind-altering drugs. 'No!' My response is emphatic. His eyebrow arches, ever so slightly. He doesn't believe me. Harry's lips curl into a smile, and he continues, 'Once,' he says. 'I was so out of it, I looked up into the sun… Continue reading Confession
My breath comes in short, raspy gasps. I jump over a tree stump, my feet land on the twiggy undergrowth and, for a second, I fear I will tumble. But my body remains upright, my legs keep running. I can hear Nath behind me, to the left. I glance that way, but I can't see… Continue reading Escape through the forest
Pete's initial call rang out over two weeks ago. His party of decade was planned and ready. Invitations would follow via email in the next few days. It was a rainy, grey morning when Hillary opened her invitation. It had arrived in her inbox overnight. She stared at the words, trying not to feel superior… Continue reading To party or not to party?