The Whispers of my heart

en good at keeping

rt sped up when Daniel walked into a room, pretend she didn't memo

wn, she kne

gged on her bed with her favorite pen and opened the worn leath

tries about school, fri

ed at a blank

in love with

heavier than th

fore closing the diary and tucking it

re - fleeting, silly things that came and we

as con

was p

meant something - whispering it to herself in the mirror when no

layed it cool. Smiled. Laughed. Let hi

him see what was re

f he l

at her like she

disappeared

fternoon - this time through the kitchen window as he leaned

gain," Lena said,

inked. "D

g where you pretend not

dropped. "I don't

ed. "You look at him like he's

owed hard, l

o do," she whispered

n her shoulder. "Then maybe i

to believe tha

s - with interest, with curiosity, with desire - she would kee

as the only place where Dani

only i