If You Could See the Sun

by Ann Liang

I have no idea why Henry would keep this lying around, other than as visible proof of my clear inability to look better than him in photos.

HE YEARNED

I’m not even sure when that started happening—us sitting as far away from each other as possible in every classroom. If it was something intentional, or if perhaps we work like magnets, with some kind of invisible field automatically pushing us apart wherever we go.

I realize he’s waiting for me to give my opinion—no, for me to compliment him, like some kid proudly holding up his artwork for a class show-and-tell. My lips twitch. “I didn’t know you had such a praise kink.”

can u hear me screaming

My parents didn’t work this hard for me to only get this far.

why is this hitting so hard

Maybe it’s because I understand what it’s like to want things that do not belong to you.

well!