The bonfire.
Part 2: A little later the same morning.
Part 1: Morning.
From my heart to yours, with love.
An unwelcome companion.
"Leave the door open".
Hi.
Confessions of an alleged good girl.
The red silhouette on the beach.
A self-hating narcissist.
Random word dump.
A teacup of coffee.
An unsolicited book review.
That December night.
As a writer, I'm a selfish bastard.
“As long as you’re there, everything seems fun”.
Surprisee surprised.
Spiked apple juice and an ashy bonfire.
