Tara’s Glamour
Sliding my phone away, I couldn’t help but catalog the many contrasts she always freely displayed. Her texts dripped with glamor as if they were silver threads weaving a tapestry of unattainable lifestyle.
Each sentence echoed with the familiar spotlight that followed her everywhere. ‘She does love her adventures,’ David remarked, trying to lighten the mood.
It was crystal clear, though. Our lives were diverging roads, her path invariably sunlit, mine often shadowed.