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Is What It Is

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𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰   

     𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭                               
            𝐎𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭                               

  𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡                                                                                                        𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞

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I woke to the sun shining through the motel room's thin curtains, the light dancing across the ceiling. My eyes felt heavy, and my body was still nestled in the warm cocoon of the bed.

The digital clock next to me read 12:03 PM.

I rolled onto my back, stretching luxuriously under the covers. The bed was empty beside me, the pillow indented where he had laid his head. I sat up, the sheet slipping down to reveal the shirt I had borrowed from him. I'm kidding, I was keeping it. The room felt strangely empty without him, like a part of it had been plucked out in the night.

On the bedside table, a note sat propped up against the lamp. It was folded neatly, with my name scribbled on the front in his messy handwriting.

Firefly.

That was me.

I picked up the note, my heart fluttering like a caged bird. The handwriting was messy, but the words were clear:

Gone to conquer the seven seas and acquire provisions. I'm doing this for the good of humanity (and also because I'm hungry). If I don't return in an hour, assume I've gotten lost. I may have a full-blown existential crisis, but I will return. With snacks. Or trauma. 

Stay put. I'll be back before you miss me.

Sincerely, Hungry.

P.S.

Don't worry about the clown, I've given him a talking-to. If he tries anything, just remind him of your superior pillow-fighting skills.

I realized I was grinning as I read the letter. I slid out of the bed and padded over to the window. Pulling back the curtain, I squinted at the brightness outside. The motel's parking lot was mostly empty, save for a few cars that looked like they had seen better days.

I took a moment to appreciate the quiet. The note was still in my hand, crumpled slightly from my grip. I smoothed it out, placing it back on the table.

I flopped down onto the bed, the mattress bouncing slightly. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts racing like wildfire. I couldn't believe I had slept so late. I never slept in. It was a trait Camilla had always chided me for, something she had deemed 'lazy'. But the quiet was nice. There was no shouting, no slammed doors, no accusations. Just the sound of my own breathing, the occasional car driving by, and the sound of footsteps.