r e m n a n t s [on an indefinite hiatus]

Chapter thirty-seven: beginning

this isn't the first time she felt those butterflies in her stomach;

not the first time her heart leaped so fast that it could explode;

but this is the first time that someone looked at her and made her feel that way;

and made her wish that this wasn't just another play;

because as soon as she realized what she was feeling;

she knew that this was only the beginning.