KariYagami

She sat, back rigid against an old brown leather office chair with a fountain pen twirling through a shaky left hand while the index finger of her right tapped impatiently on a piece of pink stationery.  The drawn hearts mocked her inability to let go of the painful secrets churning deeply within her, and she found herself inking frowning faces over the obnoxious little offenders. Leaning forward, head resting cockeyed against her sweaty palm, she admired her artwork before twisting her face into a discouraged pout and proceeded to wad up the paper.  The crinkled ball whizzed through the air until it landed in a growing p

Arnold had been faithfully sending her letters ever since he moved to San Lorenzo to be with his newly-found parents. Before he had boarded the bus, he'd pulled her aside to promise her that he would write her, and yes, he was a man of his word. She knew that he was also writing to the rest of his former classmates, but she felt especially privileged to be the only one he mailed once every two weeks. He called it his way of "getting to know the real her" and vice versa. Mostly his letters were about San Lorenzo, what it was like to finally have parents in his life again, questions about the health of his grandparents, other classmates, and hi