Dax stood on the other side of the table, one hand holding a bracelet, the other fanned across the tabletop.

“You’re not getting this back!” He teased. Her face scrunched as she filtered through her options.

Casually, Mable leaned back against the fridge, “Fine, whatever. It’s not important anyways.”

Dax deadpanned, lifting the colorful accessory to float above the garbage to his left. Jumpi...

A cold agonizing feeling rippled through her body. She choked on a sob, letting the pathetic sound echo across the empty park.

With a single yellow lamp lighting the park the dark felt like it was eating away at her. She stumbled, lifting herself from pealing green bench and turning towards the play set.

Her limbs were numb and heavy. One step at a time she crossed the sand. Gripping the cold ...

A quiet tone played and her icon disappeared from the call. It was quiet.

Then anxiously Carla blurted, “What did you think of her? Would you be cool if she hangs out with us more?” When no one responded she began frantically filling the space, “I know she can seem like a bit much, but she’s really nice and-“

“Carla. I think I just met the happiest person in the world.” She looked towards the ...