Dear Diary,
I could still feel your lips on mine.
Smell the salt in your sweat.
Taste the sweet residue of your energy drink.
Hear the desperation increase in your voice as you said my name.
Again and again.
See your jaw clench in frustration as I drove away.
I only cared for the many novels that catered to my distraction.
To watch the gentle strokes of my brush as it graced a canvas.
The park provided inspiration.
The aftermath of mother nature's rage painted a pretty picture.
I utilised my truancy well; under the weather.
Which wasn't a lie; my emotions were poorly.
Overworked.
Sara.
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Sara's Diary
Short StoryI have a crush on you but will never say. Is it weird of me to mention that you brighten my day? Words for my diary never to be told. I wonder one day if I will mess up and fold? HIghest Ranking: #17 on Swirl
