Liv.
Present day.
I cave. I'm like the dam that finally closes up. The bridge finally collapses. I agree to stay in touch with Sam. I never said it would be anything more but, emails are okay, right?
Right.
No.
I drive back in my car; I don't want to go back to that place again. I still remember that day.
Sirens blared above the water, my eyes drifting shut. I saw people in yellow jackets dive in without a thought, and I wondered if they knew what it was like to forget how to swim when jumping off a cliff.
I should be thinking about the happy stuff.
1. Sam and I might be able to be friends. Scratch that. Everything's all screwed up.
2. I got intern position at the law corp. Yay.
3. My parents aren't fighting that much anymore.
Not that bad right, Livvy?
I could do so much worse. Like I could've fallen off the cliff when we were there. I shouldn't be thinking of that. I should stop thinking about that.
I see the trees sway past in a blur, the green leaves blending into browns and reds. The road in front of my car stretches on for kilometers, fading away into a roundabout. I drive straight, checking occasionally, side to side. I slow down, making a small turn at the intersection and I see a black van. It charges towards my car.
I hear the l o u d e s t crash.
And then everything goes black.
Funny right? Everything's the same color as that van.
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Emails
Novela JuvenilAfter 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...
