salem || l.r.h.

7

salem thought about the trees above her, their leaves a pale green. she was reminded of colder days and sitting by fires.

she walked past the coffee shop on the corner.

when she stepped through the gates, he was already by her side.

"morning, salem."

she furrowed her eyebrows, looking down at his shoes.

"oh, uh, luke?"

"you're getting better at this," he smiled, kicking a pebble.

"your shoes," she simply answered.

again, luke wondered why she always remembered his shoes. then he remembered all of the other questions he had wanted to ask her.

"why do they call you salem?"

"who told you that?" she stopped abruptly and looked at him.

"you told me," he answered softly.

salem looked at him like she had no idea what he was talking about. she couldn't even remember how he knew her.

"I did?" she turned away from him and stamped her foot on the ground.

she was frustrated. salem couldn't remember things anymore. she rubbed her hand across her forehead.

salem mumbled to herself and began to pace, she crossed her arms.

"are you alright?" luke asked and she jumped.

"don't startle me like that!"

"we've been talking here for 10 minutes," he whispered.

"we have?" she whined. she wanted to remember more. "I'm sorry, I have to go."

salem stormed away with a determination. luke knew better than to try and stop her. he would just come back tomorrow.