Christopher L.P.

THE MISSING PIECE

“You know, you shouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing you sweat.” I turned to face the unfamiliar voice that spoke out to me. It was a young blonde haired woman with piercing blue eyes. Her hair hung in a long single braid over her black floor length gown. “Oh no, I’m fine. I’m just in my head is all.” In truth, my anxiety had been eating away at me the whole night.