I Chose Nothing

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Marc went home after 6:30 that night since he wanted to spend more time with his partner, leaving Sage and John alone. Wanting to work more on his essay, John left to his lonesome apartment.

John began to think after he left, he still needed to figure out what he wanted to paint onto the canvas. So he texted Marc, who was known to be terrible at replying, and to no surprise he hadn't. Frustrated, John saved his essay as a draft, and began to look up more ideas.
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When John moved to Florida, the first thing he remembered seeing was the bright green palm trees and the bright blue sky. A summer getaway, a vacation that lasted a lifetime. All of those fantasies of Florida being the perfect place to live, shortly ended once he left the airport and stayed with one of his friends while he looked for a place of his own.
It was hot, humid, and much to his dismay, rainy. There were no mountains, and beaches were nearby, he missed his home.
How did he end up in Florida? A scholarship that paid for everything minus the apartment that he chose to live in. He wanted to cost his family as little as he could, only making them pay for a suitcase to carry his few things.
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As he researched more painting ideas, he pulled out his new CD player and listened to one of his new albums. The music he played was quite delightful, Andy knew what he would like. That must be a talent they learnt over time, the song was old and talked about love, as most old songs usually do. He hummed along to the similar tune. During a quieter part of the song, John heard Sage's quiet laughter. He turned around and saw the telephone string moving through the wall, figuring that he had just been caught humming. He went up to the telephone, picked up the can and put it up to his ear. "How are those carnations, birdy?" Sage asked knowing he was on the other side. "The carnations are doing fine, what's with the new nickname?" He laughed, looking at the pot she had bought him. It began to grow tiny leaves, very slowly. "Eh well I heard you humming and you sounded like a little song bird, so why not?" She laughed silently. "I see what kind of music you like now." She said, John laughed and laid on his bed. "I just bought some CD's before...you know all of that happened." He explained with a yawn. He heard Sage yawn shortly after, "You know, if you hadn't knocked on my door like a crazy person, I would've driven down there to look for you. And you know how much I suck at that." She laughed at her self-deprecating joke, as did John. "I appreciate that, thank you." He said with a sincere sigh. She paused, "I meant that." He whispered, "Goodnight Sage."

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