Her foot was almost on the bottommost stair when she heard his voice call out her name quietly from the top of the staircase. Turning around slowly, she stared down at her feet as she waited for him to come down the stairs. She heard his feet land softly on each step, her heart quickening as he grew closer to where she stood. It had taken so long ( Read more... )

On the RadioI hear songs on the radio and can’t help but think of him. I hate it, I can’t stand it. I shuffle my library of music in the morning but I can’t get away from it. Every song holds some hidden meaning or brings about some hazy memory. Songs I once loved now only make me cringe in pain. I hear the first few notes and I can feel my eyes ( Read more... )