Sky
I keep my eyes on the stage, fighting back the tears threatening to spill from my eyes any second now.
I want to blame those emotions on the daily hormone injections, but that would be a lie.
He is everything I would have wanted in a man. This date… his kiss… his promise. “That’s our story, Sky. Our poem.”
Everything he does speaks to my soul in a way I never experienced in my life.
He squeezes my hand but I don’t look at him. I can’t. If I do, he will see the pain etched on my face.
“Are you OK?” he asks. “If you don’t like it, we can leave.” He proposes, his tone laced with worries.
Dammit, Sky! He planned such a romantic date and here I am acting like a b***h!
“No. It is the best date ever!” I whisper, turning my head to look at him.
My stomach contracts in a tight ball wh
