Falling For Madison <Direct Link>

“What are you afraid of, Leo?” she asked. The question came out of nowhere, soft as snowfall.

We started meeting by accident. The humanities building became our unspoken landmark. I’d find her there on Tuesdays and Thursdays, always before her 2 PM poetry seminar. She’d be sitting on the floor with her back against the vending machine, a worn copy of Mary Oliver or Ocean Vuong in her lap. Falling for Madison

And just like that, I was in.