Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.
Lauren DeStefanoShe's been conned, ruined, left for dead, and she's not going to forgive any of it. She will soldier on, if only out of spite.
Lauren DeStefanoAh, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.
Lauren DeStefanoTell me about yourself." "Myself?" He looks confused. "Yes," I say, patting the mattress. "You know all there is to know," he says, sitting beside me. "Not true," I say. "Where were you born? What's your favourite season? Anything." "Here. Florida," he says. "I remember a woman in a red dress with curly brown hair. Maybe she was my mother, I'm not sure. And summer. What about you?" The last part is said with a smile. He smiles so infrequently that I consider each one a trophy.
Lauren DeStefano