"Bye Lily! See you on monday!" my co-worker, Ashmarie, waves as I step out the store. I wave back, car keys jingling in hand. Assuming she had acknowledged my silent farewell, I strut towards the parking lot with a light bounce on my feet. I was feeling exceptionally cheerful today.
My purse buzzes, to which I stick my hand inside it to pull out the culprit.
The reunion was already a month ago. Although I didn't guilt trip him too much, to say Chris was sorry would be an understatement. I also made sure to have Chris change back the phone setting to how it was before.
Text from Chris:
Just ran out of eggs. A pit stop to the grocery store would be very much appreciated.
A moist meloncholy cloud billows before my face as I let free of my breath into the cold November air. I zip up my winter coat to its max and bury my neck and hands inside, somehow making me less vulnerable to the indifferent atmosphere. Eggs it is.
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I poke my arm out from the safety of my body to the carton of eggs like a turtle poking out if its shell. I tuck the carton under my arm and head over to the cashier when something catches my eyes.
Beer.
I squint my eyes and sniffle my nose. I guess a little bit of alcohol here and there won't hurt. It was a saturday night after all, and while my neighbors were partying I could have a little fun myself also. I snatch a pack and walk away from the icy unit and its frigid air nipping at my skin.
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"Honey, I'm home!" I sing as I close the door behind my with my foot.
The apartment is filled with mouth watering smells- something like pasta, but I'm not quite sure.
"How was work today, my love?" Chris frolicked from the kitchen holding a frying pan in one hand and a flipper on the other. He was also wearing an apron, which might have been one to two sizes smaller than him.
"Oh, you know. Dealing with unruly customers and picking up behind their messes. The usual," I smile cheekily up at him. His outfit was really making it hard for me to keep my face straight.
"Did you get my eggs?" Chris asked.
"Well of course I did," I hand him the carton. "I also got us some beer," I hold up a grocery bag infront of me.
"A+ for you," Chris winks at me.
"Well, what do we have for dinner tonight?"
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Three knocks at the door stops me mid-study. I swing around in my chair and relax to see Chris leaning against the door frame of my room, arms crossed and a faint smile etched in his face.
"Can't concentrate?" He says teasingly.
"No, I'm perfectly well." I scratch my forehead.
Actually, Chris was right. It was stupid of me to even try to pick up a pen and paper on a saturday night like this. But it has been a while since I sat down and studied for a straight couple of hours, and I worried that I was slacking off too much.
"Uh huh. These walls are so thin you might as well just dance along with them." A picture frame on one of the walls jumped, proving his point.
I sigh before standing up.
"You want to get drunk?"
Chris stuffs his hands in his jean pockets and shrugs, lifting his brow.
"I see why not."
"Follow me," I squeeze past him and head towards the kitchen.
I open the fridge door and pull out the two bottles of beer, handing one of them to Chris which he takes it gladly.
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Letting Go
Novela Juvenil"Let go of your tears, past, grief, let go of the world if you have to. But promise me one thing Lilly, that no matter what happens, you won't ever let go of one thing." "What's that?" I look to him with tears blurring my vision. "Me," his soft fing...
