"sanity is just an illusion."

Meadow and Grayson have been best friends since grade three and they couldn't be more different. Meadow is the happy, carefree type while though easy-going, Grayson is brooding. They truly think that together, their bond is strong enough to take on anything, but can they take on this? Meadow's frail heart only has a few months left to beat inside of her, even with assistance. The only way she'll survive is with a transplant, but being on the bottom of the waiting list, she's looking death in the eyes rather than getting the surgery. Meadow knew she was going to die, but she had no idea that it would be without her best friend.

It was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51

❝ Hearts are wild creatures, that is why our ribs are cages. ❞ © nate k. 2014

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?