What About...Me?_Silver-Eyes_Stitch's hope_Confessor
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What About...Me?
There she is! The blue-eyed blonde girl in her lavish piece of clothing, a black classy crepe dress that shapes her slim waist accessorized with her sparkling necklace and diamond earrings that almost certainly telling me I'm out at elbows, she's the popular girl at high school and college back then, that's her, Aki (short for Akisha).I'm a fortuition person enough to be friends with her, unexpectedly. Once at the bookstore when we aimed for the same book, that was the only book left of- "To Be Love is Not Enough"- it was an all-time favorite love story that unveils the rigor in relationships ...
Silver-Eyes
This must be by design. As if your soul touched my engine and turned the wheel of my car to this specific spot—our synchronicity should be unnatural and unsettling, but I find myself unsurprised by this coincidence. You are tethered to me, and trying to guide me home.I reach into my pocket and re-discover the worn photograph I have carried with me all these years. It shows me a family in a sea of crumpled wrapping paper. A woman with deep grooves carved into her forehead, the stress of long hours scarring her face—a young girl with sickness dulling her eyes and muting her excitement—a boy I h...
Stitch's hope
Watching ten girls sing the national anthem of their country before heading to the field is always an emotional moment for me. Their eyes have a hope and strength that not everyone can capture. It makes me think of how proud I am of them.I’m the eldest on the team, so the girls have me as a role model, and it is a big responsibility. I try to protect them as much as I can, especially from the constant disbelief www.onedoor.ccand the crossed looks we have over us. Unfortunately, when you’re older, the mean comments are not a brief nuisance, but a burden you’re accustomed to carrying. And I don’t want them to...
Confessor
Only one patient remained in the infirmary given to Smallcharms’ care. She washed her hands slowly, ensuring she removed every last particulate of visible debris before removing her hands from the bowl and washing them on a clean towel set nearby. She looked at the mirror and adjusted the badge on her off-white monk garbs, slightly soiled from today’s work. She let out a small sigh, put on her best smile, and turned toward her final patient’s draped room.She was born without a name; Smallcharms was orphaned on the doorstep of a local monastery, although this has become more and more rare w...