"You left some socks in the drawer," I say into my phone.
"Which ones?"
"The fluffy bunny ones. Didn't know you were into these."
She groans. "They're real comfy, okay? And they were on clearance."
I can't hold my laughter. "You play it cool all the time but even you like cute things, huh?"
"Shut it. I'll pick them up on the way back from work tomorrow."
"That's fine."
Static.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"It's strange."
"What is?"
"That I'm actually leaving."
"Don't be having second thoughts now."
"I'm not. Just thought I'd be here longer. With you."
"That's not fair."
"I know. I'm sorry."
Putting my phone on speaker, I sip my last can of beer, watching the sunset from my apartment balcony.
"Look outside. It's beautiful right now."
I hear shuffling. I see her. Sweatpants and a small t-shirt, slippers, and maybe a face mask. Her smooth hair tied up in a ponytail. Looking out at the same sky.
"It really is," she says.
YOU ARE READING
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Short Story| Short Story | Him. Quiet. Sarcastic. Shy. Dreamer. Her. Loud. Impulsive. Beautiful. Unpredictable. All along, they knew. It wouldn't last forever.
