la's
different when yo
ain pressing against the glass. Morning light slanted through the curtains
eyes, I saw him-Alex's mouth curving into a smile that wasn't for me a
t made
oke the silence. She was sitting on the couch
re a little longer.
suitcase the r
rp. "There's nothi
ked at me-eyes rimmed red from holdin
oing to b
ctively and protectively. I hadn't told many lies in my life, b
itated. "Do
from my stomach. "No," I s
The kind that fill
hen closed it again. There
icked up the photo frame-the o
into the sun, my hair tangled by the wind, my la
a long moment before
zzed once. I
hest, a clean slice, becaus
dn't
o come with you?"
e work. And... this is som
r mother-strong, heartbroken, and helpless. She crossed
d against my hair. "Promise you'
throat burni
t know if th
use went quiet again. The kind of
ith memories-his coat hanging by the door, a half-read bo
h his name listed under emergency con
rom my bag and
ut relentless. I pulled my coat tighter and stepped into the street, dragging the
shing, buses passing, lives continuing. The city I'd once dr
ion before I realiz
hissed and sighed, people said hellos and goodbyes, the a
hands pressed between my knees, trying to breathe through the nale, tired,
zzed again.
name until the
Like he always was wh
im why. To scream. To whisper that he was g
hel
oto again. That woman's hand is in
green button, trembling.
, long and mournful. I stood, clutching my ba
en laughing, couples kissing goodbye,
visible a
d-less like a wound, more like an echo. I thought of my mo
always do. And when you hold that
. I wasn't sure I did
and found a window seat. The city stretched before me, damp
my palm to
now," I
with every passing second. The skyline blurred,
There was a strange peace in the motion, in
s didn't look like the same girl who'd fallen in love
lass, streaking everything into soft
look back.
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