Liv.
There are 4 emails.
To: Livvy38@gmail.com
From: Sam23@gmail.com
Subject: Stuff
Hey. I'm sorry, I don't really know what to say.
Sorry, I never mentioned how sorry I was. Or am.
I don't know what to say.
I guess things didn't go so well.
We dove right off the edge of the coast remember?
The rolling planes of endless hills, the foaming tides battling for a glimpse of land.
4:53 pm. Remember?
You jumped, I jumped. You laughed, glints of the faint sun hanging off your hair like lifelines.
Deeper.
Then the view of the land was gone.
Only dark water that rippled small caresses from our frantic fingertips.
I remember gurgles forming bubbles with our trapped screams.
Sinking, further, further.
Your hair spun and wafted deeper like golden sheens of tulle. Your body flailed and slumped into itself.
It was like looking into a mirror image of myself,
because I knew I was doing the same thing.
Can we talk it over some time?
-Sam.
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To: Livvy38@gmail.com
From: Sam23@gmail.com
Subject:
Hey. Look, I'm sorry, okay? Could we please talk?
-Sam.
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To: Livvy38@gmail.com
From: Sam23@gmail.com
Subject:
Please just answer. I'm getting fed up with us.
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To: Livvy38@gmail.com
From: Sam23@gmail.com
Subject: Stuff
I'm sorry, it's not your fault, Liv. I guess I just wanted to say that.
I
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I'm sorry, Sam.
It's not your fault.
You're wrong.
It's mine.
YOU ARE READING
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...
