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There's a skeleton under my bedroom floor.
I was a curious child and there he was, under the wooden floorboards. He put a finger to his lips and told me to never look under there again.
But it didn't erase the thought of his very presence.
Sometimes when it's cold I hear him chattering, or when it's hot I hear him rustling around from discomfort in that small space. And sometimes I want to set him free but my mother would never condone that living in my room...
"Dammit."
Nate rolled down his window as Fiona approached his car. Thank god, a cop he knew...
"Well hello, Mrs. Officer--"
"Save it, Smith. You were driving 60 in a 30 mph zone! What makes you think I can let you off for that?"
She scribbled on the piece of paper, handed it to him and that was that. As she walked away he heard her mutter, "Same old idiot.."
He slumped down in his seat and wished he'd never broken up with her.
Violet.
Her eyes were violet. Violet like the satin curtains in her room, like the blankets on my sister's bed back at home. Violet like the way the colors of the sun and sky meshed together while barely peeking over the horizon at sunset.
Those violet eyes whose gaze I loved to meet and I will never seem them again.