She decided not to look him in the eyes ever again. It was too much like being shoved over the edge of a ravine.
Dia ReevesWhen Fancy still didn't answer, he took her hand, and with his red paintbrush, he wrote 'please' into her palm.
Dia ReevesMots clés slice-of-cherry
I had the craziest idea that if I looked closely enough, maybe tilted his head toward the light, I'd be able to see into his brain.
Dia ReevesEmotional abuse is just as bad as physical abuse. Worse! You can heal broken bones; you can't heal a broken mind.
Dia Reeves1821," I told him, noting mailboxes of castles and pirate ships and the street numbers painted on them. I had to fis hmy penlight from my pack to see the numbers; streetlights were scarce, and the sky bulged with low, sooty clouds instead of helpful moonlight.
Dia ReevesTrust. Affection. Respect." I shoved her tainted after-school snack across the table. "It must be hard to think of qualities you don't possess.
Dia ReevesWhen you had no one to vent to, everything stayed inside and festered like old meat in a hot fridge.
Dia ReevesIf you were left alone, you'd hate it. Loneliness gets old in a hurry
Dia ReevesWanna see the rest of my happy place?
Dia ReevesMots clés funny fancy slice-of-cherry
Wanting to connect doesn't make you needy--it makes you human.
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