I hop into the shower, smiling, and then hop out once I'm done.
I dry my hair first, with my hairdryer. Then I dry my body.
I put on my makeup, and get dressed. Dark skinny jeans, and a deep purple and black stripped long sleeved shirt.
I brush my hair, and put on my shoes.
Then I look at myself in the mirror by my door.
Something's different.
But I'm not sure what.
When he knocks on my door, I open it.
He's wearing jeans, and a dark blue polo. I can smell his cologne from here. I breath in deeply, and take his hand.
Together, we walk to the movies, and for the first time in two years, I feel good.
He kisses me before I go into my apartment.
It's quick, but I'm left a statue.
He leaves before I can say goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
In Pieces
Short StoryI didn't want to destroy him. I was afraid I would break him into pieces. And add him to the list of people I've broken. There's too many on that list. Too many.
