With the box on her lap, she took out the first letter and opened it. She allowed her eyes to skim over, 'Dear Lyn', before tearing the letter into halves. Quarters. Eighths. Paper confetti.
She tore and tore, until there was no more left.
leave a tag
speak to me
The Girl
ladeedum.
pearlyn
I thrive on temporary highs.
Neurosis is my middle name.
