When You Are Just a Memory

ron Kirk's neck was the initia

n the crowd was because I

t few days. When Cameron returned home, the

already prepar

his starry eyes stari

ou mis

he towel, my eyes involuntarily flicking ove

ely noticeable, like an

student, the kind who would neve

t removed sometime," I

r lightly brushing the spot, his

s casual, like it d

e?" He turned the q

tly, even though I kne

, and kissed my forehead before casually draping the

s old classmate's words from earlier

ad once tried to take her

you thinki

loped me as Cameron gentl

teased, but the sound of the b

raised an eyebrow and look

the tattoo, and after a brief pau

, I could tell he heard me. He

estion, a little

er to the couch, grabbed his T-shi

my tattoo? If they do, I can

eting each other's parents, maybe even marriage s

s around me from behind, his lemon-scented shampoo filling

smoke, so he never

moment, and I was th

something you could lose yourself in. I could see mysel

a moment, everything felt t

of his phone ringin

en glance at it, just silenced it and pushed me back

ne rang

I said, worried it might

noyance, kissed me on the c

swear, wome

nd, they were important to him. Even though his face went co

on-stop. Cameron stayed silent, listening intently

ed his gaze, and the silenc

ietly, ruffling my hair bef

ng outside

I stood by the glass door, w

ed in the dark as he leaned again

ould tell his pack of cigarettes was almost empty

after, he

him there, his face softened by the warm light of the b

ll a

rougher than usual, dee

like smok

t bothe

and pulled away sligh

t sat there, looking

t me to sta

tion – something he w

as just because he was worried I

hought was gnawing at me

ely, I s

ilence f

his voice soft

n in his voice, but it left me w

and the room fell into complete darkness. I f

hed the door

behind him, it took the la

nothing felt out

ually loved to sleep in, was up early, while Cameron, who had

d to just now notice me. He paused

you up

eep." I look

him, his eyes dropping to meet m

you wan

oa

bled eggs,

my cheek when he went to the kitchen – but I cou

t vibrating o

him, but when I saw

ing about that number seemed familiar

o block the smell of the cooking oil. I st

you hangin

et but dripping with arrogance, a