In my whole life, I never expected this. But that's what life is. Something unpredictable and uncertain, only changed by our decisions. In the end, there is never a 'better choice'.
Every path we take will have beautiful flowers along the way to smell and admire, rocks to trip and bleed over and the mountain. The unmistakable mountain that blocks our way.
My mountain came in the form of a girl. A girl named after a tree.
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Green Girl
Short Story"You're my Green Girl." "You mean green-eyed girl?" "No." "That doesn't make any sense." "Well, neither do we." === Laurel and Sage. Sage and Laurel. Two very different people. Two different points of view. One secret. One hope. One story. •being re...
