I guess I'll start with the day I met her.
I was at work, at our local hardware store. The day had been slow, but at around 2 in the afternoon, is been eating my lunch, and a cute girl walked in. She was looking at the ground, her eyes scanning the room through her wispy bangs, and she started to wring her hands a little.
"How can I help you?" I asked. She blinked, like she'd been daydreaming.
"Um, you can't. I mean, um, I'm okay for now. Thanks." she walked off.
Her voice was pretty.
I watched her walk over to where the utility blades were. My heart stopped as she pulled her long sleeves down farther.
What?
Someone that beautiful?
She picked up two packs and headed to the check out. I couldn't get there before my boss did.
"That's gonna be 2.75, please."
She handed over her three dollars and said "Keep the change."
She left.
So did I.
"Hey!" I called. She whipped around, eyes wild.
"What?!"
"What are those blades for?"
She toyed with the pocket on her long coat.
"My dad."
"Can I come over sometime?" I asked.
"Um, okay?" She said, hesitantly.
"You don't have to let me if you don't want to."
"No, it's fine. Come over tomorrow." She said.
"Tomorrow."
"Whenever you get off work." She said.
"4."
"Alright. See you at four tomorrow." She waved.
I can't believe I fell for her trick.
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metanoia
Historia Corta**this story deals with themes of addiction, depression, and suicide. do not read if you are susceptible to being triggered by these things.** --- metanoia: the journey of changing ones mind, heart, self, or way of life
