But when he laughs, I forget to breathe. When he says my name, I feel like a real person. Not a shadow. Not a sister. Just Hayley.
I wake up to the sound of rain against my window—the kind of steady, grey rain that makes the world outside look like a watercolour painting left out too long. My room is small, cluttered with paperback novels and half-drunk mugs of tea. It smells like paper and lavender. This is my fortress. hayley davies pov
If you're starting a story, a general draft could look something like: But when he laughs, I forget to breathe
For those who may not know me, I've always been someone who sets her mind on a goal and stops at nothing to achieve it. Growing up, I was that kid who had a clear vision for her future, and I worked tirelessly to make it a reality. From excelling in academics to pursuing my passions in extracurricular activities, I've always been driven to succeed. Not a sister