Mixtape

Slip

You gotta hold on, or it is going to slip, slip, slip right through your hands
-Elliott Moss

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Jen - Hey, Valentin, we need to talk. I'll be over at your place in ten.

Val - Alright, Babe, you alright?

Val paced around his apartment in the most anxious state one could pace around in.

He was nervous for two reasons:
One, she called him 'Valentin' that never happens, and two, she didn't answer his text, that too never happens.

He was ripped from his thoughts when there was a knock on the door.

Jenna.

"Come on in."

She stepped into the apartment.

"What's going on?"

She ran her hands over her face.

"What do you need to say?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what, Jen?"

"So, last night, I..."

"You what?"

"Went on a date with Artem and..."

"And what?" Fire raged behind Val's eyes.

"We may or may not have kissed, multiple times, for a while, a long while, like ten minutes a while."

Val walked past her.

He had his hands in fists, but slowly opened his hands.

He had a vase in his home filled with sand that held seashells for decoration purposes.

He dug his hand into the vase, collected some grains of sand, and turned to Jenna.

He opened his palm and the sand slowly fell through the gaps in between his fingers.

"Look. You think you have someone, then it slips away in a snap. I held onto you for too long, you've slipped through."

She stared into his eyes, his furious eyes.

"Go."

She collected her things and left.