Alone - t.l

chapter five

beauty

We finish the body fully and throw it into the river near the house. Kit informs us that the cops will most likely search the immediate area around her and her house, so we divide into groups and start a plan. Some of us will buy supplies, and some of us will set up the plan with the supplies we have now. We draw from a hat and I was alone.

I was buying things. Boring. Ran into a friend. Boring. Literally ran into someone.

She dropped all of her groceries, and I was quick to apologize. I helped her pick up her things and she thanked me. I asked her name and she gave me her phone number. I tell her my name and she tells me hers. She was Carolina. Carolina had soft green eyes, and a sweater that matched her eyes. She had a Canadian accent like I did, but she said she was born in Los Angeles. She told me about Los Angeles and how when the sunrise came you could climb on buildings and see the sun peak over every other building, every car, every stop sign and signal light. She told it like it held so much beauty.

But I thought she held more. She had a white shirt with, I assume, a white bra underneath. Black pants and a red plaid flannel tied around her waist. Her hair, by the size of her bun, looked like it would reach her hips. Her face was covered in makeup but I thought she didn't need it. Of course if I told her that she would most likely laugh, and tell me to see her without makeup. She looked sad as she looked down at her phone.

"You should smile, it's the second best thing you can do with your lips," I say, in a attempt to cheer her up, and it worked. She smiled and pushed my shoulder lightly.

And for the first time in forever, I felt in love.