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That One Night
The sound of our voices were are only guide. She was running away from me. The dark forest swallowed her up and I was alone again. I rolled my eyes and balled my fists up. I turned away from wherever she ran off too, frankly, I would find two hours more worthwhile than saving a girl like that. I started walking home. My anger kept me warm. Then she must be as hot as a sauna.
Still, as I walked away a pit of guilt formed in my stomach, growing heavier with each step. By some strange sense of direction I found myself running through brambles and thorns alike. Running back to cool waters. Fleeing to the moon’s grace. And sprinting right back to her.
Similar to the rest of her: her hair was soaked. She shivered violently, trying to rub her arms to expell the cold air. ”Come back for me? You know you’re really a terrible person. I’m freezing.”
Her voice was breathy, the sound of her teeth clacking overpowered it. I decided to keep my mouth shut and let her speak out any thought she had. Figuring I was just going to sit there, we sat together, bathed in silence and moonlight.
The waters reflected the pale glow of the moon. It was oddly quiet: not a bird or crash of a wave to be heard. I stared at her. Her face that was earlier scrunched up in fury was soft. Her eyes looked at the endless waves with curiosity and I felt the corners of my lips twitch up. She leaned towards me, resting her head on my shoulder. And while I felt the cool wisps of her hair across my back, I was too focused on the unnatural heat spreading across my face.
She breathed steadily, eyes closed. ”We’re a bad match for each other. I’m quiet for too long and you’re solution is to spout out gibberish. I’m too uptight and you try to loosen me up, only to make me mad.” I bit my lip as the reality of her words sunk in. It was true. She would put on some classical music and I would scream out rock lyrics. We would rush past businesses looking like fools before she turned off the music and glare at me. ”We’re a bad match for each other.”
She stared at me, a soft smile playing on her lips. ”But I can’t live without bad matches. It’s like that thing you always ate in Middle School. What was it?”
My face only grew more heated and I found myself praying that the moon wouldn’t shine on me. “I always ate oranges and pickles.”
A vibration and the sounds of held in laughter echoed in the night. ”Then I’ll be the pickle, varying from sweet to sour. You’ll be the orange, sweet and refreshing but a little rotten depending on the day.”
She laughed and kissed my cheek.
The harsh glow of my flashlight lit up the sand. Everything was different now. The moon was full, the waters roughly pushing each other, and the sand was hot. If I had only been there. I touched the edges of the stone. “Pickle: sweet to sour”