A letter. The young man had a letter in his hand. He'd been staring at it for the past twenty-minutes before he realized what it actually meant.
Words. They'd exchanged some before she chucked the frying pan at his head and stormed out, barefooted, with tears in her eyes.
Stupid. God, he was so fucking stupid. He'd let her go without a second thought, he'd let his pride swallow him whole. And now the girl he loved was gone.
But not forever.
A letter.
He dropped it.
It fluttered to the ground aimlessly
and
he
ran.
He ran to find her.