I knew more about her for never having spoken to her. We didn't need to. Because the way she looked at me sometimes, that said it all. She wanted me. She didn't mind that I'd stop by her apartment late, or that I'd watch her sleep, buried under her gray blanket, while the stars strung around her room blinked on and off to the rhythm of her breathing.


2. Avery

There was a buzzing in my head.

My alarm was going off, and judging from its shrill tone, for the second time. I'd failed to hit the snooze button again.

I was going to be late for class.

I sat up and stretched. Then I reluctantly pulled myself into the bathroom to shower. Afterward, I slipped into a pair of dark jeans, a blue sweater, and walked into the kitchen.

My Psychology and Criminal Justice books sat on the counter near the coffee maker, which regretfully wasn't turned on. But I didn't have time, so I grabbed those, along with my keys, and left the apartment.



Forest College was within waking distance, and there was a coffee shop on the way. The coffee shop, Bean, was my favorite place to unwind after class. Usually I brought a book with me, because there was a nice little couch in the corner.

People squeezed by me on the sidewalk, waiting for the light so that they could cross. Someone bumped into me, said excuse me, and waited for me to respond. I just smiled and watched him walk around the corner.

I hadn't given the stranger a second thought as the smell of vanilla chai latte followed me down the street.

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