The First One

He vanished into the darkness, shrouded by a blanket of loneliness that I longed to cast away. For a moment, I was alone. Then the moonlight hit the hood of her car as it rolled into view, and I understood all at once.

The car stopped and she emerged, a vestige of the love that I had known in my younger years. Faded blonde locks and a smile so sweet I prayed to know what it would taste like; a sight I have long witnessed through a rose-tinted glass window. And I had kept those photographs of us, tucked in a manila envelope lost somewhere in a shoebox beneath my childhood bed.

I breathed in the dewy air as she walked towards me, for this was a sliver in time that would haunt the last of my adolescent years.


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