epilogue

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[ may 11, 19 ; past ]

fingers tangled in raven-colored hair, wide doe eyes brimming with tears as the fountain pen was slammed down onto the shaky wooden table. he lifted the almost perfectly flat sheet of paper up to the dim light of the trailer, his messy handwriting being the only evidence of him rushing to finish the letter.

faster, faster, he thought to himself, creases forming on the paper from where he clutched onto it too tightly. he'll be back soon. with milk. with eggs. with whatever else was necessary to make heart-shaped chocolate cookies for our three year anniversary.

he had to leave fast. he couldn't still be here by the time his lover would return from the store.

yanking open one of the first drawers he could reach, the doe-eyed boy carefully placed the paper inside before grabbing onto his things and rushing out, not quite bothering enough to make sure the trailer door was shut behind him.

gone.

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