The girl bit her lip, her heart skipping a beat. She never thought she would be sitting on the bench, next to her high school crush. No, her boyfriend. He let out a little chuckle at her reaction, both his hands behind his back. "Now, I know this is cliche but... I wanted to make our first date as special as the first time we met," he said light-heartedly, bringing his hands forward, revealing a small packet of chocolate waffles. The girl laughed, a twinkling sound he wanted to keep for himself. Who knew spilling chocolate waffles on the boy would make him fall in love with her? Really, who knew?
- Riley Dragon

Steady words, like the beating of hearts, echoing across empty space between two people. Shorter, faster, like sprinting of mouths and vocal chords. Sometimes words have colours, or feelings and emotions strung in them, careful and delicate as starlight. It is called a conversation, and some conversations could last for days. Some are without even ever talking, and others are all words and no bite. Eyes gazing at the other person, and some end in tragedy and others end in comedy. For we all hold conversations, whether it is with ourselves or with other people.
- Ariellanna Oriland