Excerpts of stories i'll never write

#29

All she could think was about who she wasn't, the girl she's always wanted to be. She looks at him and wishes she was her. Maybe she wouldn't be so foreign to him if she was brave. Maybe their love was written in the stars, destined to love each other. Or maybe they weren't, maybe they'd end with hurricanes of hatred and storms of tears.

But she'd never know all because she isn't her.