Through my magnificent years of living with Pearl, I have discovered one thing; thinking about her has been my hobby. I love remembering her eyes, and her face, and her smile. It's gets even better when I constantly remind myself of her smallest details that only I know.
Like the swirls of hazel around her eyes.
Like that tiniest of a scar behind her left ear.
Like how her lips part when she isn't doing anything, and like how she plays with them when she's thinking.
Like how she massages her temples when her head throbs.
Like how her eyes beam when she mutters an 'I love you'.
"Where are you go going?" she asked me after I stepped inside the living room fully dressed for my meeting with Drew.
"Meeting," I said and picked up my streaming cup of coffee off the counter.
"Now?" she asked, looking outside the window to the dimly lit street.
"Yeah, now. You need something?"
She shook her head.
"Come back before midnight, Hunt. Please."
"I will," I smiled and she walked towards me slowly.
"Don't love anyone else," she whispered before stealing the travel cup and taking a sip.
"As if I could," I pressed my lips against her forehead briefly.
"Don't, because I would never love anyone else, Hunter. Even if it's..."
"If it's who?"
"My second dream man."
"You're not making sense."
"I love you with every beat," she pushed my gently outside the door. "No other woman could do that."
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Short StoryAnd then I heard the boring ringtone again. She was no longer on the other side of the line. Pearl swore. I want Pearl. #129 in short story
