❝Kid, don't do that!❞ It was as if I could almost feel him smile-Hear it in his voice, let the warmth of it deluge my heart.
❝Why not?❞
❝It tickles, Allan.❞ I looked into his eyes as he chuckled. Just then i noticed a strange spark of uncertainty a...
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The call lasted two minutes—two minutes that felt like an eternity through hell that I had woken up to in the middle of the night.
The last time we were together, we fought.
It didn't even matter whose fault it was. It was disastrous enough to not perpetuate our petty little blame game.
The first flight to New Haven wasn't before tomorrow afternoon. There is no clarity as to what happened but all we were told is that they were found on the side of a road somewhere around the long wharf.
I can almost picture it when I close my eyes. At least I think I can.
Window panes shattered and scattered all over the side of the road. The police cars around with the sirens and the people rushing around stomping feet against the rainwater pouring down from the sky.
I'm brought back to reality by a loud horn. My chest tightens and I gasp for air as I look into the rearview mirror. It takes me a second to bring myself to hit the accelerator. I cross the signal and turn onto 194 Summer Street but my vision is a blur because of the tears forming in my eyes.
I stop the car on a side and sit there. Tears trickle down, one after another in no time as I place my head against the steering wheel.
