The Bayou Never Tells

by Chelley St. Clair

forgiveness don’t always mean excusing the hurt someone caused. Sometimes it’s just agreeing to move forward and give them a chance to try again.

When something ugly digs its thorns in, you figure out how to keep going, and weave it in with the beautiful parts. Know what I mean?”

Is there even such a thing as a soulmate—or is it just a term humans use to explain someone we’re hopelessly addicted to?

Guess that’s what happens when you allow people to love you. When you need to disappear, they worry.

I’ll pretend...even though holding onto him is like cupping water in my hands, watching it drain through my fingers.

“After everything they tried to do to you, you still have this light. Like the darkness can’t stick to you no matter how hard it tries.”

"I found a thing though, a couple years back. It helps keep me grounded." "What's that?" his heart thumps against my ear. "You."

She’s got this thing every night, where she thanks me for finding her...for saving her. What she don’t understand, is she saved me first.