I nervously laughed, standing at the podium that faced hundreds of people. I don't know who I'm supposed to be, but these wrinkles tell me I'm not me. I want to be home, binging Riverdale or something meaningless like that. I don't live a philosopher’s life, that's for sure, so what am I going to tell these people? That I’m a twenty-year-old student in her third year of college? Or maybe that I ha...

No one was supposed to get hurt. But I warned him to keep back. It wasn’t my fault. So now, here I stand in front of the castle gates once again, only this time, I won’t be coming back. They’re after me now, and they’ll all remember me as the “prince killer”. What will happen to my mother? To all of the other’s that may have been too close to me? What if… no. That’s all in my past now. I have to l...