Olivia
The longing started to creep in.
It felt like eleven years ago.
I sat on the edge of the bed in Storm’s bedroom. The sun was already gone and it was already dark. I decided to get up and open the glass doors to the balcony for some fresh hair. The cool breeze hit my face as I walked and sat on the bench on the balcony. I remember the days and nights when we would just sit there, talk, laugh, and kiss. I missed that. I missed him already.
Then, something just snapped at me.
Why was I thinking and acting like he would never come back?
I was aware that I was overthinking again and I couldn’t help it. The sport he was into was not just any kind of sport. It was dangerous and we all knew that. Life was at risk, but racing was his passion and I was cruel to stop him from doing wha
