10 parts Ongoing Some things don't end with a goodbye.
Some things just... stop.
Like the way streetlights flicker at midnight. Like the way old receipts fade in your pocket. Like the way you tell yourself I'll remember this forever-but then one day, you don't.
Soren was like autumn.
Always carrying the last warmth of something fleeting. Always moving, always laughing, always pretending like nothing mattered. He had red-tipped ears from the cold, brown everywhere-his hair, his jacket, his shoes-but his eyes were green. Really green. The kind you don't forget, even when everything else blurs.
We never had a plan.
Not for the summer. Not for after. Not for anything, really.
We just walked through empty streets, stole dumb things no one would miss, sat in places we weren't supposed to be, and pretended we had all the time in the world.
And maybe we did.
Until we didn't.
