Jun 6, 2020
Sage tried to look confident as she crossed the hallways. Fake it till you make it, her sister once had told her, and only God knew how much she tried every single day, but it seemed like the only way she could believe it was if she was drunk. Which couldn’t be 24/7, unfortunately– or fortunately so, if you consider the girl’s awareness. Either way, every day was a new attempt, as she stepped one foot in front of the other, chin held high and then– all the way to the floor. Sage slipped, finding herself on the floor. Thank God there was no one around– oh wait, there was. “You didn’t see anything.” || @elisaspar
