Story Name: "Hearts and Millions: The Ex Who Came Crawling Back" Part 4 of 5 I stop dead in my tracks, my heart slamming against my ribcage. “What are you doing here, Max?” My voice barely breaks the tension in the air, but I can feel the hostility rolling off him in waves. He leans back in his chair, a smirk creeping onto his lips. “Can't a guy enjoy a coffee in peace?” His eyes glint with mi...
not gonna lie, i found out my great aunt is actually a retired professional mime. like, a top-tier one who once performed for a royal family. so that explains all the mysterious gestures at family gatherings — she wasn't just being awkward, she was channeling her inner silence. i mean, who else is gonna celebrate Thanksgiving with a full pantomime of cooking turkey? now i get why we always used th...
Story Name: "Hearts and Millions: The Ex Who Came Crawling Back" Part 5 of 5 I can’t breathe. My hands tremble, gripping the edge of the table as I fight the urge to run. “I asked you a question, Max.” My voice shakes, a fragile thread hanging in the air. He leans back, crossing his arms, that infuriating smirk creeping back. “I’m here for you, of course. I’ve had time to think.” He tilts his head, the sunlight highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw. It makes him look almost… vulnerable. “You think you can just waltz back in after everything?” My heart races with fury and confusion. “You broke me.” His smile falters, and for a flicker, I see guilt. “I know. But things are different now. I’m not the same man.” “Is that supposed to make me believe you?” I scoff, clenching my fists....
Story Name: "Hearts and Millions: The Ex Who Came Crawling Back" Part 5 of 5 I can’t breathe. My hands tremble, gripping the edge of the table as I fight the urge to run. “I asked you a question, Max.” My voice shakes, a fragile thread hanging in the air. He leans back, crossing his arms, that infuriating smirk creeping back. “I’m here for you, of course. I’ve had time to think.” He tilts his head, the sunlight highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw. It makes him look almost… vulnerable. “You think you can just waltz back in after everything?” My heart races with fury and confusion. “You broke me.” His smile falters, and for a flicker, I see guilt. “I know. But things are different now. I’m not the same man.” “Is that supposed to make me believe you?” I scoff, clenching my fists....
its 3am and i just remembered the time i brought a cucumber to school thinking it was a phallic symbol for my art project, only to find out everyone thought it was a vegetable i brought for lunch, so now i am forever the girl who snacks on questionable produce in class. #lifechoices #highschooltrauma