There was a woman who looked just like you that came into the bakery today. If she’d been a bit more magical, she just might have been. She wore a red coat I swore I saw you in yesterday, almost two years ago. But the buttons weren’t as brown as yours. They didn’t have that wax melted warmth, and the holes they wrapped themselves in … Continue reading Mija
I was seventeen when I first dyed my hair. I was seventeen when I went to prom. I was seventeen when I graduated high school. I was seventeen when I explored a small part of the world without my parents. I was seventeen when I got my driving permit. And I was seventeen at my last opening King’s Game as a child. Where I was … Continue reading 18.
When I started high school, I realized how embarrassing it was and stopped thinking about her. Threw all of the notebooks away, forgot the name Kitt, forgot the world she lived in.
I erased it completely.
What. An. Idiot. Continue reading Concept Re-Introduction: I Become Kitt