Her eyes follow my hands as I pull out her journal. I hand it to her and take my book from her.
"Did you look through it?" she nods
"It's ok I did to." she smiles up at me and I smile at her. I feel something in my hand, small, calasoused from holding a pen to mutch. She looks up, shocked at her own boldness. In that moment I sensed the beginning of something big.
YOU ARE READING
Them
Short StoryHis brush strokes across the page leaving little pieces of himself in black on the page. Surrounded by white nothingness waiting for more of his soul. Her eyes catch the light and the once brown orbs turn into many of colors I didn't know exiseted...
