Life is made of fleeting moments-some tender, some heavy, all unforgettable. These short stories capture love, loss, memory, and the quiet weight of what lingers when words are left unsaid.
"Who the hell carries candy in their pockets everyday?"
"I do." I scoff, snatching the starbursts out of his hands.
"Alright, whatever." Noah chuckles. "We got to hurry. Ready, Sugar?"
"Don't call me that."