Perfect Places

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Remember when I told you about our brains blocking out memories? I wish I could have one of those moments right now. I want to shove myself into a 6 feet hole and put myself in it alive or not.

"You're not listening" I whine to Emory "No I think I heard you just fine," she says giggling, I glare at her. "There is nothing laughable about a B magically getting lower and lower till it eventually fades into a C Emory" I clutch my bag close to me with my heels making little clicking sounds with every step I take.

"I just don't understand why you get so upset, you know your parents don't care I mean look at what they said to do to fix it" She says in a nonchalant tone, though she had a point. My mom told me to go shopping to get my mind off of school and -what she would refer to as nonsense- grades.

My parents were always very proud of me in grade school, rewarding me with mini souvenirs and hugs and kisses all over my face. But once I got into my freshman year of college their love started to fade, no, they stopped feeling the responsibility of being proud and loving me anymore.

Those are the moments that seem fabricated. I much rather have their kisses and hugs but their money will do for now because this sweater is everything I need and dream of in life. I walk up to the register sliding my shades up on my head pulling out my credit card, I place the top on the counter.

"That'll be $17.89, cash or card?" the lady speaks up "Card" I swipe it and of course, it goes through. "Have a wonderful day" the sweet woman mumbles "You too", Emory walks out with me and my excuse to get out of this "distraction" was an upcoming headache.

There was no headache coming any time soon so go ahead and bash me for lying, but I couldn't stand one more second in a place where I felt worse. I end up dropping Emory off at her dorm and heading back to mine. Sitting in the car water droplets start falling one by one until it eventually takes over the whole windshield, 'I hope this washes away my sins' I think.

I hop out of the car clutching onto my jacket but I feel a set of eyes on me, I turn and look at my surroundings. No one was there and the chances of me being paranoid are higher than any stoner i've met in my lifetime.

I pick up my pace just a notch and luckily I make it to the building safe and sound but still sopping wet. I was desperate for a warm shower, I opened the door to my dorm which thank god I have no roommates in this year.

I pull off my jacket and hang it up as well as putting my shoes on the mat underneath, next to go is my shirt and pants until eventually standing there half naked. I walk to my bathroom and turn on the water but I nearly fall when I hear a singular knock on the door.

I grab my silk robe and walk to the door I peep through the door hole, a tall figure stands outside. I turn around walking back to my shower to turn it off, twisting the knob I hear a footstep.

I'm probably just paranoid so I go back to shutting the shower door and walking out tightening my robe. I'm looking down at my feet when I hear deep voice speak and by now I know it couldn't be one of my friends,

"I was getting lonely without you".

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New bookkkk, thriller books get me going so i'm testing out some new methods and plots i'm excited to introduce you guys to Valerie's mind and her story. I will still be working on Lights, Cameras, Love occasionally though I don't feel as connected to it anymore. Thank you for the love.
-yours truly, soleil