this story will always be happening. when you look at your hands, you think of your mother. when you stand in the mirror, your father looks back. you have never known your father. so you have never known yourself.
ꪶ maya came to the door and opened it up for her best friend, smiling at her as she stepped aside and then closed the door on her way out. ꫂ
you want some tea? coffee? milk?
her roommate always dragged her along to parties, she started to get a lot used to them now. college was definitely the scene, she even was recommended to join a sorority as her roommate was also going on about that.
she loved the freedom of college, it was definitely +
there was always a party going on here, and sometimes that was good, sometimes it was bad. it was hard to sleep at nights because of how loud things can get, but he quickly got used to it as he became more adapted to this lifestyle. +
+ different than high school. so much, actually, but she loved new york and it was still home —— just a new experience.
“yes to all of that, actually, but you already know what my first pick is going to be.”
her head tilted to the side with eyebrows raised and a lingering +