Moonlit Fae

left. And there, parked outside, was my new ride - a sleek black Volvo 244. Despite a few scratches, it looked great to me. I walked around it, taking it

love it". I sai

id generously, Again with th

mell on me. I was relieved he wasn't the romantic type; otherwise, things could have gotten awkward. After two rounds in the bathroom, the ammonia smell still lingered, so I took a third, just in case. As I turned off the shower, I thought I heard a sound outside, but I shrugged it off. Wrapped in a towel- I brushed my

d index finger, exiting the bathroom to

dy aware of his discomfort. I was m

te to use the bathroom, considering I'd spent nearly two hours in there. I decided to mercifully end his suffering, his bladder like

overactive imagination, as my parents often remarked. I made a mental note to remove them later, feeling a bit self-conscious about their potential discovery. The laced pink

I longed to burst into tears, but my emotions felt numb and exhausted. My artistic eye noticed the potential for a beautiful painting - the dark trees, the full moon filtering through the canopy - but I pushed the thought a

a mix of fear and uncertainty. He rushed

ndearing term "hun," but I brushed it

in the woods, right?" I asked, seeking reassur

ask that?" I desc

an through the woods." He

e to leave Hilo and return to Venice, which wasn't far from the truth. My dad knew I had a vivid imagination and a penchant for fantastical

e left, and I continued to gaze out into the night. Suddenly, a beam of light caught my attention - my dad, heading towards the woo

my old school had seven thousand students, and I still struggled to connect with my peers. My mom and I may have looked like best friends, but we never quite s

rest of the meal was eaten in awkward silence. As I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, I wondered how Mom was doing. I didn

ly well. When I woke up the next morning, I felt a glimmer of

s, along with a note: 'Good morning, Ivy! Hope you had a great night. Made you some sandwiches and pancakes, hope you enjoy them. Good luck at school today...Love you.' The 'love you' part probably took him five minutes to write, and the good luck wish seemed like

m had been freshly painted a bright yellow, and two grey upholstered couches sat facing a massive 65-inch plasma TV. On a whim, I turn

the engine roared to life on the first try, its thunderous volume making me jump. Despite this initial shock, I was pleased to find that the car was in good working condition. I switched on the radio, deligh