"In the futuure, do you ever want to get maaarried?" Margot said while looking up at the orange coloured trees, it had gotten colder recently, very cold and rainy. Most days it rained, today it didn't. There were still pools of water on the ground from yesterdays rain storm.
"I don't know, I haven't thought about it too much." Charlie answered, looking at the kids playing in the park in front of them. The bench they were sitting on was cold, it felt like sitting on a cold brick.
"I want to get married at 19, live in a small apartment in New York city with the love of my life." she dangled her legs and tilted her head towards Charlie. Charlie hadn't given much thought into the future, whatever happens was his life motive.
"That's not that far away, is your boyfriend into it?" Charlie asked, Margot scratched her head before looking at Charlie. She took a deep breath, the cold air filled her lungs.
"We broke up." she answered. Her tone was off, her high pitched squeals had turned into a low pitched, we broke up. Charlie tried to come up with something to respond, what do you respond when the girl that's made your life better boyfriend broke up.
Charlie was happy about it, to say the least but now Margot was sitting next to him with tear drops in her eyes, like rain drops in an ocean, they're hard to see but Charlie cared the most about the small details. He had noticed the way her eyes lit up while talking about books, the way she jumped around like a child every time she got excited, it was the small things that mattered to him.
She picked up a cigarette from behind her ear, and lit it. The smoke filled up the cold air, Charlie used to cough whenever it was wind and she lit one up but his lungs were used to it. His lungs were probably the same colour as the smoke that came from Margot's cigarette. They hung out nearly everyday.
"I'm not sad about us breaking up, it was doomed to happened." she said in a monotone voice while sucking on her cigarette like a sippy cup. Margot didn't have the best childhood, she doesn't remember most of it but what she does remember is that one time.
She was about four, perhaps five. Very independent, her parents described her as. Like a five year old could be independent. Her mom was asleep on her couch like usual, her dad nowhere to be seen. On the coffee table there was a bottle of adult juice and a sippy cup.
Margot, the thirsty five year old that in reality should've been playing outside with her friends, caring about learning to read and worrying about her math homework was thirsty. She held the sippy cup close to her mouth, it didn't smell anything special. She put it up to her lips and the burning sensation went down her throat, her throat was closing up. She screamed, she screamed like she was suffocating.
Her mom woke up, absolutely furious. Dragged her by the arm, the sleeve of her favourite long sleeved jumper, it was her favourite because of the dora on it. Dora was the thing she watched and did all day. Threw her into her cold bathroom. The bathroom floor was so cold that her feet felt like ice cubes.
"Don't tell anyone about this!" her mother yelled, taking the sippy cup from her. Margot heard the door lock. She laid down on the cold floor, closed her eyes and went to bed.
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The Ghost Of You
Teen Fiction"Whaaaat? You have NEVER had your first kiss before?" Margot is the definition of the type of people you should stay away from according to your parents. She parties almost every weekend, and sometimes on weekdays, she smokes away her stress instead...
