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The chairs were a nasty faded peach color. The walls were teal and only matched the chairs in ugliness. The people were nice enough. She was reminded of some obscure 80's movie scene. The chairs were so closely put together that she couldn't help but wonder what this place might look like with twenty people packed in… like that would ever happen… This place..was not the most comforting. This place is only for them, those that reap consequences for bad decisions. She was a good girl. Made good...

I bundled my body with a scarf, a knitted cap and a wool button up sweater. 6:50 a.m. and I was on my way to the outside world. As I stepped into the early dawn, I saw nothing that reminded me of morning. The sky was blacker still with small pinpoints of shining light. The air wrapped his long crisp fingers around my form. My nose immediately felt his cold breath and turned a slight rosy color. My cheeks were next and suddenly, I was transformed. I was not an average college student attending...

The air was crisp.. a light shone shyly through a cracked door. Shadows played across his face.. Everything looks beautiful in soft light. The mars and embarrassments are not seen.. only bright green eyes and a hint of excitement. Fingertips like fire trace circles into bare skin. Searing their mark.. forever etched. Locked into each other’s souls.. nothing can shake the stare of longing. Bonded together by uncertainty but unwavering emotion.. he cradles her. No longer are the worries of her ...

The air was crisp.. a light shone shyly through a cracked door. Shadows played across his face.. Everything looks beautiful in soft light. The mars and embarrassments are not seen.. only bright green eyes and a hint of excitement. Fingertips like fire trace circles into bare skin. Searing their mark.. forever etched. Locked into each other’s souls.. nothing can shake the stare of longing. Bonded together by uncertainty but unwavering emotion.. he craddles her. No longer are the worries of her...

Enchantment Rapture. Music flows like silk, softly touching my ears. The sheets feel soft around my body... A haven for the weary... A cough racks. A fever soars. Sweat beads on my forehead. Release. Escaping from this wretched weakness is no easy task. Laying in bed...I swallow my remedies.. Hoping to Escape.