She closed her eyes and felt the grass on her cheek, breathing in the green of it. It was like his perfume. She could remember them both together, stretched out in the grass, smoking Camels, closing their eyes to the sun that bathed their faces. He would run his fingers through the grass, laughing about the world, not caring about the world, about the classes they were cutting, about the papers they had due.
And now he was gone. He had left her, and then left the whole world, jumped off of it like a moving train, into the blurr of death. And she was here. She was still here, years later, her life plodding on as usual, nothing outstanding, nothing spectacular...
She missed him.
1 comment:
You never said you had a second blog. I found it by accident after noticing you'd changed your profile. I like your style of writing. Keep it up :-)
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