She looks miserable.
Not like she was before.
This is different.
A different kind of miserable.
The kind that you could miss.
But I didn’t.
I asked her what was wrong.
She crossed her fingers.
She didn’t answer.
She falls asleep on the way there.
I pick her up when we get there.
Her fingers stay crossed.
I look at her.
She’s frowning.
I hate it.
It was messy.
Her life.
It is deranged and scary.
Mine was clean and safe.
Somehow they ended up colliding.
And she got caught in the explosion.
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Crossed Fingers
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