Catch and Cradle

by Katia Rose

This is it. This is our third year. The first semester will fly by like it always does, and before we know it, we’ll be in our fourth and final year and on our way out the door.

This is the summer before my third year of college starts so this hit a little close to home.

This is my favourite time of day to be outside. It feels like I’m watching the city shake off the last of its dreams, smiling down at it the way you do when you’re waiting for someone you love to roll over in bed beside you and open their eyes.

then I wanted her to show me what I earned for being so good for her.

Even before things shifted between us, I still wanted her.

Maybe the whole team should be making out if it results in us playing this well.

It’s very gay.

I’ve become so ready to assume people want to hurt me: