In this moment, in this moment where I could smell her shampoo and feel the distinctive curves of her shoulder blades; where her flyaway, blond hairs tickled the crook of my neck; where her fist crushed against my hip; where I was totally obscured by two other silhouettes and other shadows in this weird, senseless world—holding Megan, knowing that she was a free bird in my arms, was the purest moment I’d ever endured.
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Looking At Us
Teen Fiction❝Looking at us, I see your smile, and I feel your hand, and I wonder, truly, if we are meant to survive this journey.❞ Based on a true story in which a group of teens battle love, life, and sociality.
