Mia went to the bedroom, wanting to sort out some old clothes of her and her boyfriend. He wasn't home, he rarely was, because of his work.
So, she got to the wardrobe, opened it and pulled out a pile of neatly folded shirts. She put them on the bed and began to sort them into three categories: keep, give away and throw away.
She was half way through as something fell out the pocket of a sweatshirt. One of her boyfriend's sweatshirts. Mia looked down and saw a few photographs scattered along the floor, the actual photo pointing downwards. She picked them up, not knowing what they were.
She turned them around, recognizing her boyfriend on them. He looked very young on them. They must have been taken quite a while ago. 10, maybe 15 years ago.
There was another person though, next to her, now 30-year-old boyfriend. She didn't know the pretty girl. Mia just met him 5 years ago.
She seemed to be a few years younger than him. Beautiful long brown hair, pretty blue eyes, curved eyelashes and a really beautiful smile.
Who was she?
Why did her boyfriend never mention her?
Why did he keep those photos?
She must be someone important to him, if he kept them.
That evening she got a call from the hospital. Her boyfriend got involved in a car accident and died. She never found out who the girl was.
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midnight poetry
Poetrythese are some of my thoughts and stories. written down in sleepless nights, published without second thoughts, if it's really a good idea to share them publicly. but i guess i've got nothing to lose.
