“I don’t want to go,” whispers Rachael, languidly
leaning towards the other. “I should get to work
on the time machine of mine. I want to stay here
forever, y’know?” Hushed tones flow between
them because it’s already so late and her
curfew is already passed.
Rachael rushes into the coffee house as quickly
as she possibly could without drawing too much
attention to herself. The human-shaped bundle
of nerves that she was, it was no easy task.
She races towards the counter behind which
a familiar face appears.
“Did I leave my phone here? Please tell me I left
my phone here–I can’t find it anywhere.”
“Five more minutes, I swear. Please? I’m not done editing yet.”
This short film was going to be a masterpiece, and
Rachael was in the zone. Even as she speaks, she’s
still clicking away, typing shortcut commands into
the keyboard.
“Don’t look!”
“I… could’ve sworn that book was right here,”
murmured Rachael, mostly to herself. It was a
bit too nerve-wracking to approach the librarian,
despite having been here five trillion times in
her life. And besides, the book was right there.
“Sorry to bother you–have you seen
The Color Purple?”
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I’m having the worst day.
Can you come over?
If not it’s okay
Rachael put her phone down on her desk and began pacing.
Pacing. Pacing.
Pacing.
She clenched her hands into tights fists, rubbed them hard against
her thighs, but the dreadful feelings wouldn’t go away. She needed
someone to talk to. She needed Audrey. Leaving her room and
going downstairs, maybe even going for a walk might’ve been a
good idea, but it dissipated quickly when she laid eyes on the heart-
shaped porcelain container on her night stand. She glanced at her
phone one more time before walking over and lifting the lid.
