Dear Boy
Sometimes it suffocates her, the feeling of the future looming closer and closer. It can happen anywhere; a café, the street, a bar… Her chest would constrict at the sudden epiphany, hitting her like a bus with no warning. Everything was changing, absolutely everything, and nothing would ever be the same again.
She grabs her clutch and rushes away, trying to find an escape though she never did see where she was going, bumping carelessly into immovable bodies. Eventually she would come to a stop in a quiet corner, blonde hair tangled, breath bursting out in a tangible mist, curling away from her in the cold air. She leant against whatever surface was there, rough stone, smooth wood, cold plaster, it didn't matter, she just wanted the world to stop spinning, for everything to pause, if just for a moment, just until she found the ground again.
Unconsciously her fingers would grip for that familiar smooth object, her life in plastic. Blindly she'd fumble, finally pressing the lighted number, the first. It would ring, each rattling like the last air escaping the throat of a corpse. And then finally, he would pick up.
"Hello? Hello?"
Her eyelids closed, a small gush of air leaving her lungs as she felt as if she could breathe again. He didn't know it was her, she'd gotten a new phone, a new combination of digits, and she hadn't dared tell him for fear of never reaching the other end. She never said anything, but just listened to his voice, whether it was angry, or sleepy, or simply puzzled. Eventually the dial tone would sound, and she would take the phone from where it was painfully pressed to her ear, and carefully place it back in the depths of her bag, calmly settling her hair and walking away. Somehow, though she had no clue why, it helped to know that no matter what, there would always be an unkempt sweet boy just across the bridge.
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