"You're an idiot."
"Takes one to know on, Nina"
Michael and I walk down the street in town, joking and laughing loudly, earning stares from many that pass. We have been at this for hours, people watching and generally being assholes to the public. It was nice, I needed a day out of the house. We were 15 and blindly in love, he was everything to me.
We walk down to the park and sit on our bench, the one we carved our names into way back when.
"Is there something you wanna tell me, Nina?" Michael asks. I stare at the ground in front of me.
"My parents are getting divorced."
He wraps an arm around me and my head falls into his shoulder in a perfect fit. He kisses the top of my head and doesnt say anything, which oddly helps. I dont need him to tell me that its okay because right now, its not, and he knows that. so he holds me and lets me cry a little and doesnt say anything about my parents. He stands up suddenly and grabbs my hand, pulling me down the block. He makes me laugh and jumps on my back and guides me to our favorite record shop. He mimicks the faces on album and cd covers and tries his best to cheer me up, because thats what he does best. We browse the shelves in the store and as I pick up a Fleetwood Mac album he comes up behind me and snakes his arm around my waist, the other one dangls a bracelet in front of my face.
"Whats this?"
"Yours." He says. He drops the bracelet in my hand and I finally get a good look at it. Its a thin leather band with a silver crescent moon in the middle. etched in the moons curve are the words to the moon and back.
"I love it." I say, beaming
"I love you." He says, kissing me gently on the cheek.
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When I wake up, Its dark and I'm alone in my room. I vaguely remember Calum carring me up the stairs. Its been 2 days since I watched my best friend, my first love, sink into the ground forever. I can feel the void hes left like its a crater. I look down at my wrist at the faded, soft brown leather of the bracelet and think of him.
