It was the weekend, and they were sitting on the side walk at 5:37 in the morning. Luca was yawning and Rose was holding hot chocolate.
Still sleepy, Luca asked, "What are you scared of Rose?"
She responded, "Nothing. There is absolutely nothing to be scared of."
"Why?"
"Do you see those cars coming? Someone could walk in the middle of the road and get hit right now. See that tree? It could fall over and the nest and the baby birds would be killed."
"So? What does that have to do with it?"
"We should stop living in fear, its not good for us, it holds you back and suffocated a person."
"What about someone who is afraid of everything?"
"Then they can face their fears slowly, one day riding a rollarcoaster and the next swimming."
"I'm afraid of losing you."
"We still have time together, enjoy it. Now be quiet, my hot chocolate is getting cold."
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Delicate and Gone
Short StoryShe saw him in radiant shades, sharp edges and bright lights. He saw her as temporary, a second in an hour, small smiles, and different questions. They both knew it was fleeting, everything was.
