Sharing Her Novels & Stories

"You're happier now though? Without me?" "Not without you," she says firmly. "I'm happier doing what brings me joy though. I know all of this quadrople and swinging stuff is really weird. You think I don't know? This whole thing's been so bizarre, but so fun and good. It's the happiest your father and I have been in a while, only I wish I could share it with you. That's why I force myself to talk about it. But it's too weird, right?" "That's why you tell me about it?" I blink in surprise. I always assumed she talked about it because she was selfish—but could she really be trying to keep me in her life? By over sharing?

She’s been mining our friendship for content and calling it journalism. I call her immediately. She answers on the first ring. “Before you yell.” “You said small.” “For me it is small. My usual posts are twice that length.” “Mia, you identified me by name. With my job and my neighborhood.” “I didn’t post your address!” “That’s the bar?” “I was being responsible.” A pause. “The post has eight thousand shares already. People love you. They’re calling you the real thing.” “I am not the real thing. That’s exactly the problem.”

“If you don’t want to share me with others, learn to share me between yourselves.” She knows she’s planted a dangerous seed. But there’s no turning back now. And part of her… wants to see it grow.

she said, biting into a large grape. “But…” I said, making a motion with my hands. “I kind of…” she said, as she turned and looked around. The nearest person was half a football field away, but I had zero clue how far they could hear. “I think his brother is cute too,” she whispered. Join the brother club! Try having three! I slapped her arm again. “So? The people here are into the sharing thing I guess. Be honest, ask them what they’d think about sharing you, could be hot,” I said, encouraging her.

She couldn't inform her about her problems and what was making her be sad. "Sure... If you don't wanna share now, am here to hear you remember that", her sweet best friend offers. She didn't like seeing her in that state. She just wanted to see her happy. To see her in good moods and not bored like she was. "I think it's my cherophobic nature", she states with a slight grin. Even though she knew that she was cherophobic. She tried her best not to be over paranoid over everything.

She said to me drinking from her glass. I was a bit relieved that she wasn't going to inform Tristan, but I came to the realization that this secret was a problem. I needed to tell him the truth about everything, that meant I had to tell him about Carter as well. I wasn't going to let her have anything on me. "Fine, why did he even tell you that, by the way?" I asked her. "We had a secret share night. We told each other everything so in the future, there will be nothing to hide." She said smiling to herself

i said . " So you can eat useless things and ruin your health , over my dead body sweetie , here " she says as she hands me coffee and eggs with tomatoes. " Thank you auntie " i said while eating . After I finished , i said goodbye and leave before getting late . I stand outside my house waiting for my friend Dona to come and pick me up like she always does Five minutes later , Dona's car pops up In front of me , Dona looks up at me , confused at my angry face

Selfishly, I wanted to gather every bit of herself that she was sharing with me. "I . . . have had a freakin' good life." This time, her smile was genuine and wide. "I've lived one of the world's . . . great love stories for thirteen years." She shifted to look at Noah. "With . . . the best guy in the whole world. And I had a family who loves me. Friends who . . . have always been there for me." Her fingers tightened briefly on mine. "Who don't want . . . me to go. That's not a bad record . . . for a girl like me."

She must be buzzing with adrenaline by now. “Are you tender now ?” I sniff at her again. The sour smell has started to grow weaker, so I guess I better get to eating her before it disappears completely. I lean in close to her ear . She tries to pull away, tears streaming down her face. “You know what ?” I whisper softly. “I am so happy I could share this with you. It’s so empowering saying it out loud. You know coming out of the closet and such. Thank you for listening”.

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