Chapter Twenty-One
And so the final trek began. I could feel the silent, smooth rolling of wheels beneath my feet, like gears of a clock working in unsion with each other. Words and faces swirled around in my head as I gazed out the window.
And the kiss.
The kiss lingered, and I couldn't stop smiling, giggling. People around me transiently lookeed in my direction, confused, annoyed, and curious about the many peculiar things I'd done today.
The letters, once at the top of my head, drift to the back of my mind. It is only when my backpack falls of the seat next to me and onto the floor of the bus that I remember them. I reach into the pocket and pull out another letter - the second to last.
Juniper -
I wish I could've expressed to you how much I care about you as a friend before we were seperated. You're a wonderful person - filled with creativity, intelligence, and kindness. Sure, you're a bit weird, but aren't we all?
Love ya, Donna.
I just stared at it, the black ink etched into my mind like rings on tree stump. At this point, I couldn't think, or feel. My eyes simply drifted back over to the window, and I continued to watch the houses slip by.
It wasn't long now. Not long at all.
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Teen Fictiondes·ti·ny [des-tuh-nee] noun, plural des·ti·nies. 1. something that is to happen or has happened to a particular person or thing; lot or fortune. 2. the predetermined, usually inevitable or irresistible, course of events. ~ Juniper believes in dest...
