Empty. Brown skin against the cool glass of his car, green eyes staring into the dashboard, Micah felt. . . empty. A feeling of what if turned into what is, dwindling into what was. She was there until she wasn’t, a shooting star illuminating a black sky before returning the space to its dark hue once more. She was his if, his is, and now his was.

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2 responses to “Nostalgic.”

  1. I love your creativity! 💯❤️

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