Chapter 8 | A Handful of Grass

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After dropping off Brittney at her parent’s house for a visit, and Melanie at her shared apartment with Arthur, Kristopher and I decided to go to Griffith Park and enjoy nature.

“Melanie told me about the job interview you have tomorrow.” Kristopher said, breaking the silence as we walked down a trail.

“Yup, I’m not that nervous. I know who’s interviewing me.” I was a volunteer at Kaiser for over a year, and made friends with the right people. Now, I know who are in charge of the big guns.

“That’s not what I meant.” He said solemnly.

“Do we have to talk about that now? Can’t we just enjoy this moment?” I twirled around, and fell on the green grass. He sat beside me.

“When do you want to talk about him, then?” 

“What’s there to talk about in the first place?” I was becoming frustrated.

“How did you feel when you found out he’s back?”

“I felt nothing.”

“Don’t lie, Karen.” He said, catching the untruthfulness of my statement.

“Fine. I felt… mixed feelings. Anger, yet my heart raced and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Then I was happy and excited to see him again, even though he hurt me so much when he left. I hate how he, or even just the idea of him, is capable of making me feel all of these things at the same time. I hate how he can effortlessly make me smile. I hate how I still dream about him. I… I HATE HIM!” and I pulled a fist load of grass.

We were both silent for a moment, pondering on the words I just released. But there were words ringing in my head: “There’s a thin line between love and hate” and “Do you really?”. 

 My thoughts always turn into words easily when I talk to Kristopher; they just flow smoothly. 

“Feel better?” he asked.

“Yes, I do.” I smiled at him.

He gave me a look and smiled back, and then he wrapped his arm around me. “Don’t let him hurt you again.” He pulled me closer, and rested his head on top of mine

“I can’t promise anything, Kris. My heart is telling me that I still like him.”

“But what is your brain telling you?”

“That I should stay away from him.” I answered truthfully.

“And have they reached a compromise?” he asked.

“Yes, they have. I’m still going to the interview tomorrow, and take the job if they offer me one. But I will also stay away from him as much as possible.” 

“Smart girl. Just make sure you stick to the plan, alright?” he stood up, not waiting for my answer. Then, he held out his hand to help me up. I took it and we continued to walk down the trail, not knowing where it will lead us. 

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