Literature
Another True Story.
I'll start with not knowing what to say. My heart lurched from my chest, my lips spreading to accommodate the howling pain. Hand over heart, mind over matter.
I hung up the phone.
And so was that it? Was this all it came down to?
A few drawings, and three years; It felt like an eternity, like a life
dying before me. I broke my own heart. How romantic.
Dramatic lines decorated my swollen face as I rose from my sheets to sit upright. Blood rushed to my head, my vision blurring. Posters covered my walls, drawings, paintings, cards
everything that was on