a/n: 137-word drabble to celebrate 137 followers on my rarely-used Tumblr account.
New goal: use Tumblr more.
Ghost
"It doesn't always have to be goodbye."
You scoff, feigning disinterest to look at the whiskey in your hand. The contents have long-since vanished. Moisture pools in a rim on the bottom of the crystal.
"No," you counter, "but it's never anything else." Fingers tap against the tumbler.
"You are so pessimistic, Kathryn," I say. Words are soft, with an air of laughter. I don't expect you to be anything else.
You don't answer, never once looking my way. Sadness hangs between us.
Later, you remember how the book you were reading makes it back to the dusty shelf, and the glass you were nursing leaves a stain on the corner of a wooden table I once made.
You'll remember falling asleep, with nothing more than the memory of me, and the passing starlight on your skin.