- Elizabeth -
Three days in Los Angeles, and the edges of my life felt as if they were softening. The pretense of normalcy wrapped itself around me like a warm blanket, and each sunset brought a little more light into my otherwise turbulent world. I sat on the patio, my sketchbook resting on my knees, watching the horizon flare with shades of orange, pink, and gold. Fatso lay sprawled beside me, lazily watching a chipmunk skittering across the path. It felt peaceful, and I almost wanted to hold on to this moment forever, to stretch it out like the vibrant colors melting into the sky.
I had seen little of Sean since I moved in; his presence was mostly confined to the night hours when his demanding work schedule allowed him some semblance of a break. He worked so hard, a fact that made me
