A Ramble

I have been thinking a lot lately. And this is going to be a ramble, total word vomit. But I want to write it anyway. Because sometimes you have to let it out so it doesn't implode within.

Part 9: An Attempt

The week was up, and still the boy didn't return. Worry became the girl's constant state. Where was he? Why hadn't he returned? Was he truly angry with her? Or was something else keeping him away? Well, nothing had kept him away before. So that last worry was quickly debunked. No, there could only be … Continue reading Part 9: An Attempt