http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sarah-Jayne The original writings of author sarahjayne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775557088 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15    I knew Aaron. Hell, who didn't? He was everywhere. I knew about him without even going to his God damn high school, although my sister did. He owned a thriving company, inherited from his passed parents. He was prom king and valedictorian. He was the star of my lacross te.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah-Jayne/603491/    Her face is a blushing crimson and her eyes are laced with confusion, probably confused by the feelings the memory has stirred in her."You know, from what you've told me about Aaron, I think he'd want you to have the option of loving again." I say as casually as I can. I don't want to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah-Jayne/603477/    I hadn't met Aaron yet, not at this point. I was fourteen or so, and it was summertime. Ethan and I were going to a party together tonight, and I was really excited.    Ethan was to pick me up at 7:30pm, and of course he was right on time. He was just loyal like that, and pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah-Jayne/593159/    Allyson sat with her back ramrod straight, and her eyes were sad and hollow. I thought at that moment about how it must have felt to remember that moment. She shooed away Aaron, and now he was gone. "Is that true?" I asked. I'd never been so emotionally invested in a client before. I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah-Jayne/564798/    I was fifteen and it was Father's Day. I sat slumped against my lilac coloured bedroom walls. I drowned myself in the soft melody of Gravity by Sara Barellies and felt the sadness pull and tug. It seeped into my skin and festered there, making me irritable.My mother, Cara knocked on m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah-Jayne/554072/    All while speaking in a whisper, Allyson was spinning her wedding ring on her finger.   She looked up at me, her face streaked with glistening trails of tears. She wiped at her nose, and cracked a sad smile."That was the best day..." She whispered."Were you ready for mar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah-Jayne/553612/    I could smell freshly cut green grass and I could taste country air and feel Aaron's long, slender fingers precariously places ontop of my eyes. I could hear no traffic, nothing but the methodic thudding of our dog, Beast's paws and the modest whisper of the grass beneath our feet.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah-Jayne/552347/  The girl walked with a depressing slouch. Her expressing was one of emptiness and hollowness. Her skin was deathly pale and the bags under her eyes were startlingly dark in contrast to her pale complexion. Her eyes were stone-like, lifeless and red-rimmed. She was wearing a far too large shirt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah-Jayne/552300/ Allyson Ivory Harper and Isaac Ace Van-Lilvyn learn about the struggles of death and the beauty in young love when two broken up people come together to make a whole again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sarah-Jayne/552257/