“Looking for you.” Katrina walked closer. “Mike and I broke up.”
So Laura did. She showed her the desk—still there, the red marker faded but legible. She showed her the mirror, the notebooks, the margins of her life. And then, standing in the shadow of the oak tree with the wind picking up the leaves around them, she showed her the only thing she’d never written down. lauraloveskatrina
Katrina was standing at the edge of the field, hands in the pockets of her jean jacket. The sunset painted her gold. “Looking for you
“Hey.”
Laura’s heart stopped. “Just… doodling.” lauraloveskatrina
“What’s that?” Katrina asked once, pointing to the faint letters bleeding into the page.