courtneyvint
I struggled to open my wallet anymore. It was sad to see the empty space. It wasn't like I wanted to to be in this situation- but sometimes life has a funny way of telling you that you are alone.
How do we actually help others? Are we helping ourselves more than we are helping them? Who do we do it for? Does it matter? Is there a right way to help others or should we let them by?
It didn't take long for her to switch her way of thinking. She went from being a scared little girl, to a brave young woman, without any time passing at all. This, she thought, was how she wanted to live her life. With complete control of her emotions.
It was the way the light hit her face that made him stay. It was the feeling he didn't want to be saved from. It was everlasting.