She studied Melanie's carefree smile and her wild curls. Everything about her seemed so magical, so light. Humans were descended from stardust, but Melanie was the daughter of a supernova, radiating celestial light.
The only scream that could save her from imploding was a silent burst against—
She could never scream when she was expected to be so quiet.
YOU ARE READING
train stations
Short Storyall these letters to you, and i should be writing to myself -forgotten
