I was reading a book like I do every day, when a song started running through my head. It's a sad song, with sad lyrics, and somehow it reminded me of Thorn Ridge.
Grief is a weird thing. It hits when you least expect it.
So anyway, I was just sitting there, and suddenly I was thinking of Briar and how much I love her and how she is my entire life. No. She was my entire life. And I fell back on my bed and realized that I barely even have any pictures of her, and the best I have of us together is a couple videos of me riding. I guess I just expected her to be there forever.
So by then, I was actually crying, for the first time since the week I found out, except not the loud kind, just quiet sobs and tears. And then I calmed down and was just thinking for I don't know how long, and then I got up and walked to the bathroom and washed my face with a cold cloth and went back to my room and started reading my book again like nothing happened.
Note to self-look up the symptoms of bipolar disorder tomorrow.
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Whatever We Love Most
Short StoryCamberlyn hates people. She hates social interaction of any type. The only time she can be herself is around horses. Crushing social anxiety, et cetera, et cetera. So when her barn threatens to shut down, Cam doesn't know what to do. She knows she c...
