*This is a guest post by my spiritual little sister. She sent me this a couple days ago and I felt it deserved a few more eyes to peep her short story. Leave her some feedback, only 16 I feel this is some young talent that will continue to grow*
natural ~ by Renee
her presence was needed. That's all he could think of. Not the way she hid her smile but the way she wouldn't mind keeping one on her face. Natural is what he called it. She had a purpose in his life. A meaning. The reason he wanted to change. But not by force. She would just give off that type of vibe. That "I can't understand it but I won't stop trying," type. It was natural, & that's what he called it.
