A different kind of spring cleaning.
I scroll past her photo. I feel ashamed looking at it, like she knows I’m watching.
This is when men’s word spells work the fastest—when I’m melting.
The two of us, just having tea.
Life is waiting for you.
That was her, I swear. I can feel it. Everything happened so fast.
Let this tale serve as a reminder of the cost.
With every passing minute not knowing my grade, I die a little inside.