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Coming. Going. Leaving. Staying.
She packs with her a plethora of things - a case full of fleeting emotions; the taste and insight of knowing and feeling. She brings with her memories of things you don't want to remember. She takes with her the smallness of things, the beauty and cruelty of humanity.
He leaves a lot of things behind - accoutrement he labels useless: a box of names, a wedding ring, boarding passes to planes with exotic destinations. He leaves what should be left, feeling lighter each time, knowing there's a fresh start for him in the horizon.
She doesn't mean a lot of things that she's done. She didn't mean to kiss him like it was the most normal thing to do. She didn't mean to gasp his name out like a prayer. She didn't mean to unravel in front of him, knowing that she'd have to clean up the carnage later on. She didn't mean to love him. But she did and she does. As if the cruelty of this wasn't enough, she doesn't mean to realize that she'd soon be forgotten and left behind.
He doesn't say a lot of things but means them all when he does. His tongue can be so cruel at times, cutting you up like you're some flimsy piece of fabric. He doesn't say a lot of truths but knows a lot of them. What he wants though, is to know the truth about her.
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They were driving down East LA when she spoke.
"Wow. There are a lot of psychics here."
"Welcome to LA, baby."
"Land of starlets, wannabes and questionable psychics. Last psychic I went to said I'd die at 28. I'm thirty now, so screw her."
"You should go back to her and say 'Boo! I'm the ghost of your psychic failure!'"
"Yeah. Then I'll ask for my money back and then some more for unmet expectations and compensation for emotional grief."
"I went to this Indian yogi once. He told me a lot of things, like from my past, my present and my future."
"Well, hello to you, Ebeneezer Scrooge."
He chuckled. "It was too precise to be coincidences. He also told me when I'd die and how."
"That's morbid. I don't want to be told when I'd die. I just want it to be quick and painless."
"Well, so far, everything he has said has come true. He might be right on the dying thing."
"Yeah, but you can't tell him he's right when it happens because well, you're dead."
"That's true" He said with a chuckle. "But I like what he said about my future though."
She wanted to ask him if she was part of that future but she bit her tongue instead. She didn't want to risk being ridiculed or at the least, be disappointed. She smiled instead.
They were driving down East LA when she spoke.
"Wow. There are a lot of psychics here."
"Welcome to LA, baby."
"Land of starlets, wannabes and questionable psychics. Last psychic I went to said I'd die at 28. I'm thirty now, so screw her."
"You should go back to her and say 'Boo! I'm the ghost of your psychic failure!'"
"Yeah. Then I'll ask for my money back and then some more for unmet expectations and compensation for emotional grief."
"I went to this Indian yogi once. He told me a lot of things, like from my past, my present and my future."
"Well, hello to you, Ebeneezer Scrooge."
He chuckled. "It was too precise to be coincidences. He also told me when I'd die and how."
"That's morbid. I don't want to be told when I'd die. I just want it to be quick and painless."
"Well, so far, everything he has said has come true. He might be right on the dying thing."
"Yeah, but you can't tell him he's right when it happens because well, you're dead."
"That's true" He said with a chuckle. "But I like what he said about my future though."
She wanted to ask him if she was part of that future but she bit her tongue instead. She didn't want to risk being ridiculed or at the least, be disappointed. She smiled instead.
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He leaves her one morning with a note that said "See you soon." She read it and tucked it away in her drawer. He won't be back - that she was sure of. After all, she's just another memory.
She was sleeping when he left. Partially guilty for leaving her like this, like it was some casual pick up in some stupid two bit bar. But he's a man of routine and routine is all he knows. So, he does what he does best - leave. He leaves her a note, too chickenshit to write something profound and emotional. He writes "See you soon" and knows that this time, he means it.
She was sleeping when he left. Partially guilty for leaving her like this, like it was some casual pick up in some stupid two bit bar. But he's a man of routine and routine is all he knows. So, he does what he does best - leave. He leaves her a note, too chickenshit to write something profound and emotional. He writes "See you soon" and knows that this time, he means it.
