Maybe it isn’t even my memory. It could be I saw it somewhere, or saw him hold someone else’s hand and I wanted to be in their place so badly, I tricked my mind into believing I had been chosen instead.
“What is it?” Lad’s fingers move the wet strands away from my forehead.
“This seems familiar.” It’s a willow of a whisper. Lad accepts the statement as possible déjà vu. I don’t title it; I am too tired to figure out when this happened or why.
But I close my eyes and things get darker rather than direct a path to a silver lining. I shift to the drawer next to my bed, getting the vape filled with an escape. I press it against my lips and lean back on the bed, and take a big inhale of my joint. The small cloud hovers above my face, no words are spoken, but they don’t need to be said.
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