Taking no chances means wasting your dreams.

I can't change what has happened in the past, Kaeleigh. I can only promise to make the future better.

How can I explain purposely setting foot on a path so blatantly treacherous? Was the fun in the fall?

Some secrets can't be kept too long. No matter how hard you try to hide them, sooner or later they scurry out from your cupboards, cockroaches on the run.

I want to open myself, let him inside. But how do I give what has already been taken?

A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child's kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. "Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us." We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find...... a perfect paper airplane.

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