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He smiled.
She laughed. His buck teeth made her giggle.
Slowly, they leaned closer, swapping secrets like they had known each other for their entire life. For a first date, she was falling helplessly in love.
He noticed. Strangely, he was okay with it.
This was the framework for love.
Smiling yellow teeth followed him. Every time he dragged on the cigarette, he felt worse. Somehow, he wished that it could all go away. The pain. The sadness. Everything. But for now, he satisfied himself with another glass of rum and another puff of smoke.
The magic flowed out of me, endless. As a black hole would suck in the light of a sun, I felt my lifeblood and spirit slowly exit my body. The demon slowed the intake, pausing just for a quick second, and I felt the agony that had been lying just below all my confusion.
Sports. Who would pay a large man to run around and throw stuff to people. oh. that's right. WE would. and WE would let the geniuses go unfunded because we don't deem their programs "worthy" yet this 89-IQ football player gets paid in the millions.
I felt the happiness drain from my soul like someone pulled the plug. Anger coursed through my veins at a rapid fire speed, catching all it touched on fire. He would not live.
It was just like that. On a whim, I met the person of my dreams. Just because I had decided to turn the corner in this unfamiliar town, I ran into the perfect person. Smiling shyly, she bent down to pick me up off the ground. And the relationship began.
Sweat glistening, I pushed myself more than I thought possible, feeling my muscles strain and bones creak. I AM going to make this, I thought to myself. The top of the gargantuan hill was within reach, I could taste the victory on my lips. I did it.
Hand shaking, I held the letter close to my heart, the blotches of my tears smearing some of the words together. I could barely restrain myself, how could he choose a time like this? Why now?
Completely ignoring the jeering high schoolers, I got up and dusted of my ragged clothing, trying to wipe off as much spaghetti sauce from my clumsiness as possible. The holes in my new jeans were unforgivable, and the tear in my shirt was hideous.