It’s Official Now, Romeo: Jay
You left without saying bye. I sat in my Honda, staring at the screen of my phone until it faded to black. My windows were down, and I could smell the thick savory scent of the pot roast my mom was cooking inside the stilt house. Normally, the smell would be comforting. Now, though, it mixed with the odor of Tiffany’s perfume that clung to the passenger seat with an acrylic grip of its own. I sent the text to Mallory before I’d even clocked out. I had hoped by the time I got home, she would’ve responded. There was response though. No bubble of ellipses indicating that she was typing a reply. Not even a ‘read’ receipt. I typed out another text: Are you okay? I deleted it, my lips pinching together in a frown. She’d said she thought she was catching something. If she was sick, she mig
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