Foggy Avenues | UNEDITED DRAFT

Foggy Avenues | UNEDITED DRAFT

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(THIS IS THE ORIGINAL DRAFT, MISSING FUNDAMENTAL EDITS IN THE SOLD FINAL) Des Flores can't hear people's thoughts if they take place presently. She can't predict what somebody is going to say or do seconds before they act. She can see memories and memories only. When she was thirteen, she discovered that it wasn't just her imagination answering questions about people. She could see what traumas manufactured shitty characteristics in everyone she met, which made leveling with people simpler. But it made all interactions exhausting. Her mind skipped to the three-month-mark where every ounce of childhood baggage was already known. She knew the middle-aged stranger in the minivan honked because an incomplete stop is what took his daughter from him, years before. She knew the cashier at the dollar store complimented her choice of nail polish because her wife wore it in high school. And she knew that if people knew of her gift, they'd avoid her. Having secrets was hardly an option. Everything that once was would be invaded by her inexplicit key to anyone's mind. _ Dessie threw everything she owned into her chipped, blue SUV and moved to Port Angeles for the rain and for the peace of mind. For the space to ask questions, but instead, there were too many answers.
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*EDITORS' CHOICE 2021*After falling for her senior year teacher, Louise learns a harsh lesson on what adulthood isn't. Louise has some trauma to unpack. Heartbreak's a bitch, and her first relationship had been anything but normal. Thinking herself mature for her age, her affair with Mr. Cain started swooningly well. Except things ended quite abruptly. It's a lot for a seventeen year old to handle. But who's really at fault for what happened? Who even is Mr. Cain, and what is he hiding? From the wreckage of her naivety and self-esteem, can Louise save her friendships and rebuild herself? Our love songs aren't telling the whole truth. How can this be? In this tale of vulnerability, adolescence and painful reckoning, the arrogance of youth demands a price. * "'You're what, Louise?' he asked. 'You're sorry? What am I supposed to do here? How can I turn this around? How can I tell you that everything you want and feel is reciprocated, when I have to go back to work and pretend none of it happened?' 'I don't know the answer!' I cried. 'Neither of us do.' I threw my hands up in defeat. He caught them before they could fall. 'But how do I go back to living without your words?' His voice became a whisper. He squeezed my fingers tightly, closing his eyes and bringing them to his chest. 'I need how you make me feel, Luiza. I need it to feel alive. I won't stay away. No one's made me feel this good before. And I can't stand myself for wanting what I want. What do I do?' I was a violin bow on the verge of splintering. Every inch of me pulsed with an ache that began from the marrow of my bones. Fate had brought us here. At this crossroads of ours, there were a hundred different choices to make. A thousand different lifetimes to choose from, stemming from and decided entirely by my next choice. And in the end, I chose incorrectly. I held his face between my hands, feeling the echoing pulse of his skin. I brought his face to mine. I kissed him."

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