With Open Arms and Open Eyes

Quiet sobs shook Maxine's bony shoulders, rocking her entire body. Her normally pale face was blotchy with tears. Her glasses were haphazardly thrown to the side, a move very much unlike Max, her face buried into her tiny hands. It had been like this, every night for the last 3 months. Every time Max was alone, memories flooded her mind, leaving her in a mess of tears, begging for something, anything.

Thank you so much to butterflyKISS;; for my AH-MAZING banner for her Post-Ed contest!!