Falling (Threads of Light)

When you fall, you can never tell how far - eventually it feels like flying and then you hit the ground. Lester woke up with the sensation of falling. Not the kind that startles you awake, the jolt of your body betraying gravity in the fragile space between sleep and waking—but a deeper fall, one that stretches across years, accumulates weight with every unsent message and every unspoken word. It was the kind of fall that, if prolonged, starts to feel like flight. But, as eve

She does not belong to them. Not really. Not in the way they think. But still, they pull her close. They drape her across their days, mostly evenings, the stories, the laughter, like a lucky coin tucked into a pocket, like a charm strung around their wrists. She makes them feel young. She makes them feel clever. She makes them feel. Everything about her is so real They chew slowly at every meal Just to listen be a part of feeling magnificent Girl at the centre sees worth in