Liv.
A dog is barking at me.
It sits with a red leash stringing to the owner's hand.
It yells and screams and glares at me as if I murdered its favorite toy or locked up all its favorite treats in a closet.
I've never been a fan of dogs.
My feet have wandered their way back to the stoplight. I can still hear my mom screaming, screaming, where are you going? Liv? Livvy?
The owner sends me an apologetic smile and walks all over the white stripes on the crosswalk. One by one. Like tiles that are peculiarly lined up perfectly and have gray gaps in between. Symmetrical and composed.
I stare at the cracking concrete, white shoes blink back up at me.
I look back up at the stop light.
It's red.
Cars drive past in a blur of colors, leaving faint breezes floating across my cheekbones.
I turn, look around. Wait. Walk. Stop. Walk.
Stop. Stand still at the corner of a coffee shop.
I wait for the light to turn green.
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I blink at the dull gray sky. Passersby glance at me as if I'm okay. I'm not.
There's a faint ringing sound reverberating in the back of my mind. Close my eyes. Force them back open.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, vibrating like a thousand bees.
I thought I left it at home.
Apparently not.
I absently move my hand to my pocket. Lightly grasp the edges of the device. Sit straight. Click it open.
Strange.
It's an email.
Type in my password.
Click the app open.
And I think,
I should have left it at home.
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Emails
Teen FictionAfter the falling out of a relationship between Sam and Liv, both have gone their separate ways. While Liv is trying to forget what happened, Sam is constantly drafting emails that either are too insensitive, or too pathetic. Emails are piling up in...
