You asked if we could go for a walk because you had something to give me.
We were the last two standing in the living room. Whatever mascara left on my face was huddled in the corners of my eyelids, clutching to the last few lashes it could find. I didn’t even nod my head to tell you yes before we were walking out the door and charging down the street, as if we knew the directions we were going in.
“I hate goodbyes,” I told you.
“I hate them too,” you whispered back into the dark. “It’s like I wish I were a octupus and I could keep everyone all in one place.” I guess it doesn’t work that way. No, I guess it really doesn’t.
Originally it was going to be your life and my life, packed and tangled and sitting in two cars as we drove down…
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