cinnamon bread

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grayson's pov

my phone lit up next to me, as I watched the sunrise before me.

there was a breathtaking blend of indigo, orange, and pink as the sun set under the horizon.

my fingers wrapped around my phone as I read the text that had been sent to me.

she had sent me a text, and I thought for a second about it what to say back.

me:
one time I met a girl at a grocery store. we both got cinnamon bread at the same time every night, for about a month. i decided that I would ask her to get lunch with me some time, but i never got the chance to. she stopped coming to the grocery store to get cinnamon bread and I havent seen her since. I still go in hopes that, one day, she will show up again.

the words came naturally and flowed through my head and through my fingers as I typed my thoughts.

I haven't seen her since.