Christina

This is a story in 200 words.

Hey can we meet up? Her smooth voice sinks into my ears, though it’s only a text.

Yeah do you want me to take the bus?

No it's fine, I'll drive.

Her old stick-shift self-consciously rolls up. She hates people watching her drive, but I can’t help staring. The dark blanket of hair sways across her back as she hastily gets out, eyes oddly avoiding mine.

I Remember us in the dark sitting on the rock above the lake. All I could see were the emeralds staring at me from Christina's face. We argued, but my cheeks weren’t red. Sadly, she said people needed to be afraid sometimes, and I couldn't agree.

I Remember laying on the dewy grass, trying to convey how I felt without sounding cheesy. She asked me what I meant. "It means I love you," I finally conformed. She smiled and kissed my ear.

I Remember her still saying she felt afraid. Too many people had let her down, abandoned her. Heroically, I said I never would.

Now She’s holding my hand telling me I’m not dependable and that she’s leaving. She wants me to say something, to fight for her, I know, but I can’t possibly find any words.

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[Joshua Kepfer]

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