Sculpted in Death
During the celebration party, Layla, being the social butterfly she was, took Brenda along and spoke with almost everyone they met.
I stared at them with a stony gaze. Something bitter seemed to burn inside me.
I wondered if there was some way I could make others notice the sculpture's secret. I went behind the sculpture and tried pushing, kicking, and ramming into the sculpture.
Eventually, I slumped onto the floor since I was completely spent. Despair washed over me in waves.
"Don't you guys think this sculpture looks a little familiar?"
I directed my gaze toward the voice. It was Colin Strauss, my college director's son. He was a young man who was deemed to have a promising future. We did
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