Chapter 20: a moment i long to share with her

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my peach flavored vape rests in my pocket

she takes it out and takes a hit

she coughs, of course she does, she still doesnt know how to do it right.

i mess up her hair

it is the middle of january; we are sitting in my beat up car

she whispers something

i dont remember what

I was too busy thinking about how ethereal she looked in my passenger seat.

we are sitting in her driveway

the light casts her in a golden glow

"are you real?" i whisper

she laughs

i want to hear that laugh for the rest of my life.

the sun will rise soon and we will have to go to school

but right now i live here

a raw moment

something poetic

something real.

i reach my hand to touch her face

its warm

shes always warm.

she smiles

and her face scrunches

and her eyes squint

and i want to cry.

she is

everything.