thirty two
“i’m livvy,” the blonde said after a few minutes of silence.
i swallowed the sip of liquor in my mouth, “roman.” i never took my eyes off the stars.
silence.
“wait… knight? roman knight?”
i fixed my gaze off of the stars and onto the surprised expression of livvy.
“do we know each other?”
the blonde shook her head, “no,” pause, “aspen… aspen mentioned a roman before she…. passed away.”
my jaw clenched, “oh.”
silence.
“you… you spoke to her before she… passed away?” i asked.
livvy nodded, “she… she called me that night but i missed her call because i was showering.”
i took another drink.
“by the time i got out and heard her voicemail it was already too late… i… i called declan immediately and then rushed to her house. they were taking her body out of the pool when i got there…”
another drink.
“c-can i have a drink, please?” the blonde asked as her voice quivered.
i handed her the bottle of cheap whiskey.
“you said she mentioned my name before she…”
livvy grimaced as she swallowed the gulp of liquor.
“in her voicemail… s-she was crying and kept saying she was sorry.”
pause;
another drink.
“she was asking me to tell everyone she was sorry; that she tried… she mentioned you amongst the few names she listed… she said she didn’t hate you; that she never did.”
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Memories of Aspen
Short Story"Because memories of Aspen were all I had left." *Spin-off to Forgetting Roman*
