Two days later I see you leaning your shoulder into the locker, talking with a girl from your grade. I spot you from across the hallway and I give you a small smile. You wave at me and instantly abandon the girl that laughs too loud.
Your voice is hoarse, the voice that indicates no sleep.
"Hey." I flick my eyes up to your face, you had always been a head higher than me.
"Hi." You smiled at me and adjust the backpack resting idly on your shoulder. "I dreamt of you last night." You smirk again and I narrow my eyes into slits.
"You, dreamt of me?" I ask, incredulously.
"Yeah. I dreamt of an alternate universe, an infinite one." I roll my eyes.
"What does that have to do with me?" You let out a chuckle and smile some more, it made me smile when you smiled.
"That there was a you and there was a me, but there were also infinite copies of us in infinite worlds." I open my mouth limply to respond, but you're already walking away."
"Farewell, one of many infinite lives, one of infinite Liv's."
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one hundred ways
Romance"Pull over. Let me drive for a while." In which 0.1-2k word fragments show a frazzled golden girl cliche meeting the boy-next-door stereotype. Falling in love ensues.
