Perfect Home
After an awkward introduction replete with shot nerves and attempts to conceal dizzying glee, we settled into our seats. I calmed the knots in my stomach, reminding myself to breathe and then smile.
After an awkward introduction replete with shot nerves and attempts to conceal dizzying glee, we settled into our seats. I calmed the knots in my stomach, reminding myself to breathe and then smile.
“What did you say Eugene did now?” I ask Zel, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
It was a sixty-story building. I stood frozen on the ledge, feet firmly planted on solid concrete. Every muscle, every sinew cramped and ached, wound tightly like a snake coiled around its prey. The exertion of climbing sixty flights of stairs crashed onto me. My feet faltered on the edge, the precipitous fall replaying in my head as if it's already happened.
Dear Sarah,
I stopped a safe distance away from the Sakura tree. It stood tall and in full bloom, looking exactly the same as that fateful day five years ago.