Happy Heart Panic -

She was sitting on a park bench, the sun a perfect gold, a cool breeze smelling of cut grass and distant rain. In her hands was a coffee. Next to her, a daisy. And in front of her, for the first time in four years, everything was fine.

It felt like standing on a cliff edge in a dream where you could fly. The thrill was the terror. Happy Heart Panic

A jogger passed, saw her white-knuckled grin, and jogged faster. She was sitting on a park bench, the

Elara closed her eyes. She did the only thing she knew how to do when her body betrayed her. She leaned into it. the sun a perfect gold