Emails

Chapter 18

Sam.

I'm drafting emails again.

It's stupid.

I'm seeing her anyway.

Why am I so nervous?

Ridiculous.

I smile at the fleet of hope in my stomach.

I quickly quell it.

Fracture the pane of glass called Hope and it shatters at my feet.

I smile

because I'm scared.

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My car is very similar to a monkey.

It creates sounds that Liv always thought were perturbing.

Ooh-ooh-aah-aah.

And it is a very dull brown.

Just for fun, I stuck a 'monkey on board' sticker on my rear windshield.

She always laughed.

She said that I should bring it to Hollywood.

It was a joke.

I said, one day, that her banana dress would match perfectly with the car.

I said, another day, that I should dress up with her in a banana suit on Halloween.

It never happened.

Because of That Day.

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I park in the school parking lot.

I haven't been there in so long.

My parents say that I should get my butt moving.

Suck it up.

Life doesn't wait for you,

and neither does your girlfriend.

I don't tell them that we aren't together anymore.

I don't tell them that she hates me.

I don't tell them it was my idea.

3:30 pm.

Kids are piling out of the main entrance.

I don't see her.

4:00 pm.

She's not there.

I worry that she's bailed.

But then.

She walks out.

Scans around.

Sees my car.

And pales.

She's nearly as white as a sheet of paper.

I get out of the car.

I shout, Livvy, are you okay?

She stumbles.

I run.

Catch her from falling.

And she cries.

Tears falling.

falling,

streaming down her face.