It's best to let her go," he says. No, no, that's wrong. It's never right to give up on someone.
Lauren DeStefanoI stare at her collarbone that's framed with lace, the hollow of her throat, her shoulders that rise with each rise with the weight of her next breath. We're fragile things. Our bones show through our skin. What would any god want with us?
Lauren DeStefanoBut thereโs no such thing as free. There are only different and more horrible ways to be enslaved.
Lauren DeStefano