MEND A BROKEN JAR
Perhaps everyone is broken. Maybe we are meant to be broken. But not always fixed.
Perhaps everyone is broken. Maybe we are meant to be broken. But not always fixed.
Perhaps when we go through life, day by day, we slowly come to realize that beauty, like everything else in the world, is fragile, easily fading away, shattering, like it never existed in the first place.
Dear reader, This story isn't about my life. It's about hers. It's not a sad story. It just has a sad ending. Riley's not gone. She's just wearing white. Yours, Author. -------- Story completed Thank you to everyone who took the time to read this. It means a lot <3 Lots of love. Solar surfer
"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one", she concluded. There was a second of stunned silence. One lone figure, a boy, got up. As his hands came together in a series of claps, the whole audience got on their feet. All 599 of them. If you dare say the applause was deafening, I'd say that you'd grossly und...