The sound of a slight scuffle across the bathroom floor brought Cathy’s purple Converse to Elise’s attention, which now were waiting for her outside the stall door. She sat, perfectly silent and still, as if that would help anything.
I’ve spent so long carrying this crazy anger around in my heart, convincing myself that it meant I had let go, yet anger and hatred are a kind of attachment in themselves. I had to at least try to let go of that, move on. And I’m sorry for how I’ve hurt you as well. Maybe that’s a part of growing up for me as well. Growing up, growing apart. We never really thought it would be real.
February 20, 2018.
Sam shot a look at her from his spot on the carpet next to what was quickly becoming a mini demolition derby. Elsie clapped a hand over her mouth guiltily. “Sorry. No more questions, I promise.” She set the paper down carefully and then looked back at Sam. “Can I color?”
We weren’t always filmmakers—at the start, all we wanted to do was share a story.
We were never destined for a galaxy together
It goes like this.