Grief is everywhere and unavoidable. While they crash like waves, the stages come through as tides.
And I have been running in the opposite direction for a long time, holding onto the sliver of hope I had crushed a while back.
Today is his birthday. It is June 3rd, 2019. He would have turned 20, and we would each be heading into our first or second year of college.
Unfortunately, fate does not ...
“Shit, shit,” Aaron breathes as we dart down an alleyway. “Damnit, Erik, in *public*? Seriously?”
Panting, I slam my back against the brick wall, huffing out a breath and watching it appear in the cold winter air.
Moments later, it fades, and a gush of wind brushes through my hair.
Turning to him, I shrug. “What? I saw an opportunity and didn’t want to pass it up.”
Frustratedly groaning, Aaron...
Today marks the 7th anniversary since they took my parents away, yet I cannot mourn.
The government will not allow it, but every emotion—every feeling I have stuffed down since childhood is slowly rising, and I am running out of room to store it.
My mind is a stained canvas full of rips and tears, though it is not art. I am a mess that no artist can fix.
There is one photo I own of my parents, ...
