The words flew from her mouth
They hit like daggers
Sharp and unfriendly

They stabbed into him
Making him cold and rigid
His words flew back at her
And hit with equal force

Tears flooded from her eyes
And made him blurry around
The edges

She had started this all
The war
The conflict
The pain

That was all her doing.

Warm arms wrapped
Around her
Holding her and taking
Away the pain

Her small hands held his tightly
As they cried together
Letting all the pain and hurt
Lift away

Lift away into the clouds
And wait to come back some other day
Never today

They kissed and without
Using words
They knew what each other
Was saying
Quietly and
Without a look
Back they crept into the shadows.

Hannah is an average height, book-loving, 13-year-old girl. She aspires to be a writer with at least one book published, or a photographer. When she gets to the great years of her 20s, she wants to follow the band Journey on a world tour. Her favorite quote is: “And in that moment when you know you are not a sad story, you are alive.”-Stephen Chbosky