When the sky explodes into a multitude of colors, someone speaks. “Shane?”
His hope doesn’t even peek out. The voice is familiar, but not the kind he was looking for. “Oh. Hey, Henry. Is your brother with you?”
The young boy shakes his head, looking disappointed as well. “What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for someone.” The fourteen-year-old nods. “By any chance, have you seen a girl… I don’t really know what she looks like, but have you seen a girl who just seems… different?”
He chuckles darkly. “You have to be a bit more specific.”
Shaking his head, Shane ruffles the kid’s hair and stands. The sky has turned a light purple and pink, the darkness creeping up like gnarly hands reaching out. But if they were her hands, he’d still reach out for them. “Okay. Tell your brother I said hey.”
He’s about to leave, but he turns to look back at the boy. “Hey, kid. D’you want some advice?” He doesn’t wait for a reply. “Don’t ever fall in love. It sucks.”
And then he leaves, vowing to forget the lady with the beautiful words who knows just how to hold his heart.
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The Piano Player
Novela JuvenilSome people were born into lives that seem to be written by boy band-obsessed fan girls, or introverted poets, or dreamers that never stop floating into the clouds. With lives full of conflict and interest and changes, they just simply made chameleo...
