I was drowning in tears, swimming through papers
of all sorts--
laying around, in chaos.
My thoughts—shattered
a
n
d
my heart—racing.
Fasterandfaster,
with each small gesture
I made.
It was the same ritual I performed from time to time,
always wondering
if I'd ever get caught.
YOU ARE READING
Pulse (Cell Phone Novel)
Teen FictionThey say that we all have a fair chance at happiness, that we can all achieve it, if we truly wish for it. That it is up to us to decide our fates and the course of our lives. But is that really true? Do indeed all stories have a happy ending? Co...
