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Lessons Learned
I’ve stayed away from the windows, when it’s dark and the lights are on. I’ve never let my lighter be lit for too long. I’ve never ordered the Chinese to come right to the house. I’ve never stayed in the … Continue reading
Still waiting
Wake up. Just wake up and come back, would you? I can hear you, when I’m sleeping. I can hear you when I dream. I can almost taste you, the kisses that weren’t ever ours. You’re not far, but it’s … Continue reading
Only ever love
I hate everything about this place: the ticking clock, the fluorescent light, the sound of the water cooler. Nothing here is comforting. Nothing here seems safe or warm. They have her in the back; I heard her crying, earlier. They … Continue reading
Recognizable
The ferocity of the slap rocked her head back; she resettled her stance and lifted her chin, defiant, navy eyes staring him down. “That all you got?” she wondered, and the curve of her lips twisted into a challenging smirk. … Continue reading
The Old Apartment
When I walk into her rooms, they’re a wreck. I should have known it would be, but I’m still somewhat surprised by the level of filth that always managed to accumulate, and the way she lived in it, without caring. … Continue reading