Ties to people on the other side of the storm could be severed. Love could bud, then wither and die without a bloom when the storm ended and reality bled back in.
We don't get to choose the things that happen to us in life. What we can choose is how to react to them, how we deal with them, and how we move on.
His impulsive buss had been as beautiful as a first kiss to a child. And, she felt, as important.
Before her was a man who wasted words on no one. If he said something, you could take the worth of his words to the bank. In her home was a man who had the skill and talent to be anyone and chose to be the best version of himself.
Satan's warming me a throne, that's how long [I've been watching you]. Not a chair, not a seat at the bar. The big guy's got a throne with my name on it.
He sent up another silent prayer to wherever desperate prayers go and took the first step toward what he hoped would be salvation.
