I smiled softly to myself and looked over at the girl sitting beside me on the park bench, mascara smudging her eyes. I shook my head. The girl made a small sound and I smiled in her direction. "There wasn't a list of things she'd keep the same. One thing I should have remembered is that she meant every word she said to me. She'd change it all. There wasn't a list. There never was. And I guess it's like she said. You never really do leave the people you love.
And she never loved me."
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The Moth
Teen FictionNoel Lane is a worn-out college student, spending nights on his rooftop looking for answers in the silence and sky. When a strange girl with broken eyes and a soft smile appears one night, he's intrigued. She claims she's a "moth," drawn to other...
