Sun. Clouds. Rain. Wetness falling down my forehead, onto my lip. The songs of birds crying in the afternoon. Wind. More clouds. Heat burning the back of my head. The sound of wind rushing through the leaves. Arms rushing to pick me up. A hard board on my back. Weight pushing down on my chest. A voice whispering above me. A scream. Blackness.
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Broken Hearts and a Small Glass of Lemonade
Short StoryMandy Gavala suffered from a broken heart before, but it was never compared to this. After her best friend, and boyfriend, die in a car accident that SHE caused, Mandy has to figure out a way to get back on her feet.
