The Snowball Effect

by Haley Cass

Out of pure reflex, she dropped the cup and reached out, grabbing both sides of the woman’s shirt so she could rip it open, trying to get some cool air on her.

LMAO

Within the first few steps she took, she heard Regan let out a low whistle. “Oh my god, that was stone cold. I love it; it’s really nice to see that part of your personality isn’t strictly reserved for me.”

She had no problem admitting she didn’t do well when left to her own devices for too long. When she didn’t have a person to rely on. To quality spend time with and feel close to.

“Do you even realize that all you just did was highlight that your bad attitude is why we’ve never been able to have a positive relationship?”

“The trick to never letting that get to you is knowing that if someone doesn’t truly know you, ninety-nine percent of the time? Their opinion says far more about them than it does about you. Or, in the words of my grandmother: judgments made in ignorance are better left ignored.”

“What you do with truths once you face them, well, that is where the world gets interesting, isn’t it?”

A soothing balm over the jagged edges inside of her that had been exposed tonight.

“I wish you’d told me that your little crush on the barista had becoming something more.”