I open my eyes, smiling as the recent memories of yesterday night float into my head. I turn to my left, seeing as I’m on the left side of the bed, and frown. It’s empty, the owner who previously occupied it long gone.
Perhaps he’s in the kitchen, I thought to myself, throwing on some sweats and a t-shirt. I slowly walk out of my room, trying not to stumble on my sore limbs. I enter the kitchen, frowning upon discovering it held no visible life. Where is he?
“Gabe?” I call out, looking around for a note. Silence. I frown and walk back to my room, slipping inside my room with dejection. Then I see it. A yellow sticky note. I feel nauseous as I take the five steps to the bedside table. Reading the note, I collapse on the bed, crying. A feeling I’ll never forget rushes through me. Heartbroken, I fall asleep, never planning on getting up.
“Hey Anna.”
I open my eyes upon hearing that voice. Closing my eyes again, I answer. “Hello Brian.”
“You alright?”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
I open my eyes and meet his worried gaze. “I’m fine Brian. Come on, it’s near the end of my second term. The most you have to fear is mood swings.”
He nods his head in agreement. I look out at the cityscape rushing past as the train navigates its way along the track.
“We are now approaching Rainier Beach Station. The next stop is Othello.”
I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. I had been to the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport to take pictures for their website, a job I had jumped take. Brian places his hand on my baby bump making me laugh. He always enjoyed feeling the twins kick, even at my expense. A few of my fellow passengers smile at us, thinking that we are a couple. I grin at him and he returns a knowing smirk at me.
“Brian Eric Ackermann, I swear if you don’t-“
Before I can finish my statement, he quickly removes the smirk from his face, as well as pulling his hand away from my stomach. My phone starts ringing and I pull it out and answer it.
“Hello?”
“Hey sis.”
“Kevin!” I nearly squeal as my brother has been very busy lately. “How are you doing?”
“I’m doing fine. Jules is with me.”
I can almost hear his smile and imagine it on his broad face, something he gained from our Australian father.
“Hey Anna,” a soft feminine voice said, making my smile larger if that is even possible.
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Short Stories
Short StoryJust a small book where I will write short stories. It might not be good, it might be good, who knows. This is also my testing grounds, so beware! Feedback is always appreciated as it will help my me improve.
