As I looked over at her, it struck me how beautiful she was. Her hair was blowing carelessly in the wind, a halo on her head. I had the oddest impulse to reach out and touch. See if it was as soft as it looked. Her lips were curled into a soft smile that radiated warmth. I wondered who or what she was thinking of and my heart skipped a beat imagining her smiling for me. 

It's crazy how i never noticed how blue her eyes are. Or how her laughter sounds like summertime. It's strange how I never really looked at her. And suddenly i couldn't stop staring.

Chasing Sunshine

The cake is beautiful. And once again I find myself amazed at how resilient Leigh is. She's always been like that. Ever since I met her when we were both bright eyed, silly thirteen year olds. 


When she sets her mind to something, she'll get it. By any means. She holds her hand out, her index finger on my lips. I lick the white frosting off. "A little more icing sugar" she glares at me, her hands on her hips, face covered in flower "you said that the last four times" I laugh at this "okay. Okay. It tastes wonderful" she grins then and there's something so ethereal about her. 


Hasanah bustles into the kitchen. Her eyes land on the five tiered cake that Leigh, the fucking miracle worker, managed to whip up in less than six hours. 


11 • Zayleigh Adler