7
BUNNIE
He didn't write.
He didn't call.
Freshman year of college, when most students were busy trying to pin down a party to go to or wrestle with the poor decisions they’d made the night before, I’d lay on the twin bed in my dorm room and miss Zeke so badly, it hurt.
Sure, I’d known I had a crush on him. What I didn't know was that the absence of his voice as he walked me safely down the high school halls or laughed at one of my stupid biology jokes would create a silence that was deafening. I’d had no clue that leaving Zeke behind in Briarville when I went away to college would make me miss him so much that it hurt in every cell of my body.
Until it didn't.
It took a couple of years, but eventually, I could no longer hear the echo of his deep, soothing voice in my mind. His expr
