McKenna Martin
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

an excerpt from a book I’ll never write #2

“You look different” she says to me. Her curious eyes wandering over my expression and my posture. Trying to figure out what has changed.

I give a small smile and look down. I tuck my hair behind my ear.

“I feel different,” I say simply.

I have long forsaken those nights huddled in my bed and the dark ovals that clutched to the skin under my eyes have disappeared. I blush, a sweet red brings colors to my cheeks when sometime ago only tears stained them.

“I learned how to be alone,” I give her a half smile. Her eyes cloud in confusion.

“You like being alone?”

“No, I learned how to be. You can’t rely on someone to always be there”

    McKenna Martin

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    reader, writer, poet, and dog enthusiast. just a college student trying to find her way in the world.

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