Name: Sawyer Treesvil
DOB: 9/4/91
Relation to Daniel J. Howell: none
I've been married for a month. She treats me like royalty. Her hair gets dyed a fresh shade of brown every week because that's how I like it. It makes her look more like Sarah.
The relationship between Sarah and I is our little secret. Sarah beats me at everything from looks to arm wrestling, but Sarah makes me laugh. The sunsets aren't as two dimensional when we're together.
When home, I am nothing but a silent teenager, eating like crazy in fear of a space for her words to fill. Leave the dishes in the sink for her to wash later. Feel her concern poking me every which way as I run out the door. Only then am I really home.
"I should never have asked her to marry me," I said to Daisy one day. "I can't be tied down in this way. It's driving me crazy."
"Are you kidding? You have it made. That spineless wimp does whatever you say before you even say it. If she found out about Sarah, she wouldn't bat an eye."
Daisy sipped her cappuccino. Over her shoulder, someone was staring.
"The arrangement you have now is perfect so don't be an idiot and screw it up."
"Yeah, you're right." Deep brown eyes didn't blink. An unreadable expression blazed on the stranger's face. It was blinding.
I forced myself to look away.
Daisy and I talked. About the weather maybe. I don't remember. That man was the only thing that mattered.
He heard. I know he did.
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A Penny For My Thoughts ~ phan
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