That was the first courageous thing I'd ever done, reaching out to her with my hand because my mind couldn't. It had been cathartic. An hour had passed and still I sat there, the sun on my face like the first rays of the morning—sweet, complete, sublime. The smile stretching my lips was the first I'd had in months. And I felt alive. Alive. More alive than I had in years.
It had been but a second, and it would last a lifetime more.
Maybe I was changing after all. Maybe I didn't have to be broken. Maybe Tess, and Amber, and Taylor had been wrong. Maybe my mother had been, too. Maybe they're the ones who missed out by leaving me.
Maybe I could have love.
Maybe I was worthy of love. And maybe, just maybe, Jade could be the one to love me.
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Two Years
RomantikLawrence and Jade met two years ago, four-hundred miles away. Their love was quiet, it was secret - even from each other. Now, two years and four-hundred miles later they have a chance encounter that brings them together again. They're both in coll...