10:40 am. Saturday, July 31, 2032
"One day, once upon a time ago, there lived a little girl. All she ever wanted was a home, but there was no one willing to accept her because she was different. The little girl was a girl of the stars, her forehead displaying a birthmark to show it. And the people were scared of her, of what she could do."
"It sounds good, but they're going to have to elaborate about why the people are scared of her and...they intend for this to be a story with no specified names correct?"I inquire as I inspect the papers in front of me. Printer paper, three paragraphs of Times New Roman size 12 font, and now, a scattering of additional notes in the margin.
"Yep," Aveena said before she stood up from opposite me. "Thanks for the help. My brother has been bugging me for ages for help with his writing but every time I have to explain like 'I'm not some expert in writing, go ask someone else!' Ugh, sometimes he just doesn't listen."
I smiled at her, amused by her frustrations. It was the end of July, the weather still scorching and the sun high in the sky, but the inside of the cafe was cool and the scent of coffee was enough to keep me going. The past week I'd gone home to visit my parents, they'd been asking me to see them and it wasn't a bad experience, per se. It just felt weird to be back at home, especially with all the memories.
The college that I enroll at is about a day's drive, almost seven hours, by car.
No wonder the two of us broke up, now that I think about it. Neither of us had the time to drive 14 hours just to visit each other on a weekend. You always said you hated long-distance relationships because it just didn't have the same level of emotion and connection that an in-person relationship would have.
I'm not quite sure why you didn't like it, but you didn't and that was the end of that.
And the end of us.
"Of course, anytime. Tell him to come by here if he wants some constructive criticism, I'm here all summer." I reply and hand the papers back to Aveena. She shoots me a grateful smile before she returned to her station, her break over for the morning.
As she left, I heard a familiar Ding! and instinctively checked my device.
Hey,
Remember when we were happy? When nothing troubled us at all and we felt like we owned the world? I miss that feeling.
~Me
P.S. Why does it feel childish?
YOU ARE READING
Remember When
Short Story"Hey, Remember when you and I were sitting next to each other for about half an hour watching a movie and you didn't notice that you were leaning on me and thought I was a wall?" A series of emails about memories of days long past.
