grief
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“So, I’ll see you soon,” Henry’s words bounced around in my mind, followed almost immediately by the echo of Jenna’s “Of course she will!” before she’d tossed me a wink and slid into her car. Her engine roared to life, and my eyes traveled quickly back across the parking lot to where Henry stood—grinning
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I stood in the driveway for another moment, running through all the words Kyle had said. What was all of that? Had he been mad I had a date? Well, I mean I didn’t have one, but still. I shook my head. There’s no way. I released a sigh and pushed away my thoughts
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Kyle. Kyle was here. Standing in front of me. Staring down at me like he hadn’t been missing for months. I knew it was me that I was seeing reflected back in his eyes, but the shape didn’t feel like me. The me staring back was who I had always been. Kyle’s. “Hello?”
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Author’s note: Hey everyone! I am about 3 pages into Chapter 9, but due to some interruptions (pun intended), I was not able to finish it this week. So, in the meantime, I’m sharing a poem titled silence. It’s a very personal poem, and I know it’s a bit heavy, but please know, I am
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The next Monday, second hour came the same way it always did. I felt lightheaded as I approached the door to Mrs. Whitaker’s room. It was wide open for passing period, allowing me to peer inside the room before having to physically brave the space that, for the past eight months, had been my
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Deep brown curls tucked neatly behind pierced ears Blue eyes never shadowed with gloom A woman of strength stood. A glance into the kitchen and A sight to be seen— She spun From counter to counter humming songs only she could hear Too soon her eyes seemed dull Her smile not able to reach quite
Ink & Interruptions 