his silence is heartbreaking.
him: here we are.
me: oh.
him: ...
me: thank you for the ride home.
him: yeah.
me: cooper, i -
him: go, nina. just go.
me: i'm sorry.
him: goodbye.
me: and he's gone. shit.
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Randomi needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
