*Note: This is a finished draft of a story that I wrote for one of my classes. Basically this is an updated version of the Public Domain...

The flannel shirt that he left behind still sat in his chair in the corner of the room. That shirt was her favorite; it was cotton and...

I met him at the library, I was looking through some old books and I saw him looking at me through the shelves. I should've been...

She pulled the curtains closed, but still she could see the moonlight peeking between them. The light hit the floor and walked around...

Decisions were something that she had never been good at. Certainty was a scary road, one that was hard to turn back on. She avoided it...