I Ran

The air smelt of ink and dust, a tangy smell that wafted through the condensed room. It was dark and the only light was coming from a medium sized lamp on the floor by the desk and the bright light of the computer screen. My auburn hair was up in a lazy bun with small black pieces falling toward the front of my face.

People Always Leave

A breeze blew through my hair as I squeezed my eyes shut. I could smell the fresh-cut grass around us as I wrapped my arms around his neck and he encircled my waist with his. I held on tighter than I probably should have, but judging by the way he held onto me I’m guessing he didn’t mind all that much. This is where it all starts, the endless waiting game. How long will he be gone? A day? A week? A month? A year? Does it even matter?