01

8 0 0
                                    

When her eyes met mine, the world was instantly divided between the Before and the After.
The Before consisted of every decision I'd ever made that landed me in that moment.
The After consisted of everything that followed, which was, to be honest, quite a lot.

________________________________

"Um, sorry.. I didn't mean to bump into you."

"It's fine! I'm, ah.. I'm Erin."

A pause.

"I'm Margot."

A smile. A handshake.

"Here, let me help you,"

The guitar is lifted off of the ground and slung over her shoulder.

"Nice to meet you, Erin!"

A slip of paper pushed into my open palm.

Margot is gone.

wishful thinking || m.f.Where stories live. Discover now