And then I hear it. The muffled laughter from downstairs. His laughter.
I wake up to the sound of rain against my window—the kind of steady, grey rain that makes the world outside look like a watercolour painting left out too long. My room is small, cluttered with paperback novels and half-drunk mugs of tea. It smells like paper and lavender. This is my fortress. hayley davies pov
Another essential aspect of my journey has been the people who've supported me along the way. From family and friends to mentors and peers, having a strong support system has made all the difference. By surrounding myself with people who believe in me and encourage me to push beyond my limits, I've been able to: And then I hear it
“She’s still asleep,” my brother, Jake, says. “Don’t be loud. Hayley gets weird about noise in the morning.” I wake up to the sound of rain
“Hayley?”
He takes it, and for one second, his fingers brush mine. It’s nothing. An accident. But to me, it feels like a match striking against a rough surface.