"How's it feel?
To finally be 21?"
Constance's eyes sparkle
with curiosity
and slight mischief
as we both bite into the pancakes.
I chuckle to myself
and lightly shake my head
as her questions
play in my head.
"It feels..."
I trail off
as a smile takes over
my lips.
"Amazing."
I breathe out a laugh.
"I mean I can't believe it.
Twenty-one?
That's insane."
A grin spreads across her face.
"Well believe it girl.
I mean,
you're a little old now.
But that's okay!"
I roll my eyes,
but my cheeks hurt
at how intensely
I'm smiling.
Silence passes between us
as an onslaught of thoughts
begin to fill my head.
I put my fork down
and run my fingertips
along the condensation
that kisses my glass of water.
My breathing becomes shaky
and I bite my lip
to help ease
the overwhelming surge of feelings
that suddenly courses through me.
"Thank you Constance,"
I say,
tears now sneakily lining
my bottom eyelids.
"I appreciate everything
you've done for me."
She grabs my hand,
her gaze now piercing my own.
"Of course."
She gives me a reassuring smile,
gripping my hand earnestly.
"I am always here for you, Willow."
Her sincerity
tugs at my heart.
I can only nod my head
as I blink my eyes
to rid itself
of its tears.
"Never forget that."
Shaking my head,
I let out a soft laugh.
"I know.
I love you girl."
I smile,
rubbing my eyes
to relieve the sting.
"I love you more."
YOU ARE READING
Until I Rise Again
PoésieCollege: a time for growth, freedom, lust, and parties. The place to have the time of your life. But one disturbing encounter leaves Willow Brookes spiraling as she tries to make sense of what happened to her. Told in five parts, this novel follows...
