and i would waste away without you
you're the shining to my star
i'd be searching till i found you
wherever you are
f i v e
In the family Venn diagram consisting of Tristan howdidyouevengetsofamous Mallory and Rosa Zernov, my sisters and I are the occupants of the intersection. Rosa exploits this fact at every chance she gets, much to everyone's amusement. Technically, they aren't even related, but she tends to overlook that minor detail.
"He'll be in London by the time we get there," she observes, staring at the tour dates on her phone.
I poke at the pizza on my plate (Rosa, appalled: "Jesus, Aaron, you can't order pizza when you're in Italy! Everyone will know we're foreigners!" Me: "We are foreigners." Rosa: "...").
"That's in four months," I say.
"Do we get free tickets because we're cousins?"
"Technically only Lida, Serafine and I are his cousins-"
Rosa flaps a hand. "I'm your cousin. We're all family."
"I don't know. I'll text."
She pauses, on the brink of speaking.
"Soraya would love to see him. She likes his music."
"And?"
She rolls her eyes. "Nothing. Just saying."
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green light
Short StoryOn depression, and recovery. ❝Perhaps this is our kingdom, perhaps our crowns are the green specks of light that fall into our hair. And perhaps this is our fantasy, and perhaps we have no crowns but collars, collars that bind us to our differences...
