Sam.
Present day.
I stare at a cup of rolled yogurt.
It looks wilted. Sad. Almost gray.
I take a bite. It's not like the ice cream shop.
It can't compare,
because the ice cream shop was us.
I think, maybe if it didn't close down then we wouldn't have gone south.
But the thing is, the other bad stuff that hit the roof were all individual.
They had nothing to do with the shop.
So that makes me wonder if I should stop blaming the stall,
and start blaming ourselves.
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Liv has ran out of tears. She was never cried until the time it closed. She didn't even cry when the ball hit her head.
"Closure," I say. "What closure?"
Because we already know the story,
so how can we get closure,
when we don't even know how to close the book?
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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...
