The last time someone dried my hair for me was in sixth grade, when i broke my arm." "How did you break it?" "I fell out of a tree." "You fell out of a tree?" "I think there was a boy and a dare involved." "Ah.
Tammara WebberI opened my mouth wide one time to see if the words I was thinking would fall out, but they wouldnโt. If words donโt want to come out, they donโt. I donโt understand when people say things and then they say, I didnโt mean to say that. Words donโt just fall out. You have to push them out. And sometimes, you canโt push them out, even if you want to.
Tammara WebberHe took one of my hands in his, and I brought the other to his face, wondering how his eyes could look like chipped ice and still warm me to my core.
Tammara WebberGraham runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. Finally, with a determined scowl, he crosses the room. His hands grip my shoulders. โWe are not,โ his voice is a gentle tremor, โbreaking up
Tammara Webber