The Roughest Draft

by Emily Wibberley

Every day I don’t write, don’t publish, I disappoint him—I let him fall a little more out of love with me.

You’ll do what you have to do.

Because I would risk dying of thirst to save myself from drowning.

They’re four of my least favorite words in the English language. Get on a call.

Hard agree

“You’re, like, glowing.” Harriet pulls a disgusted expression. “No, I’m not,” I scoff. I don’t feel like I’m glowing. I feel like I’m incandescent, exploding with light.

once you have your dreams, all you have left is the chance to lose them.

If you lost it, it would hurt. So you chose to destroy it and pretend it didn’t exist.”