he found me in the library, five months later.
in that moment, we were nothing and bound to be nothing for the rest of our lives. but i smiled, regardless of that, and hesitantly gestured for him to sit beside me.
slowly, he spoke.
him: nina, hey.
me: hi cooper.
we went from there, our hands meeting underneath the table in quick, fleeting movements until we were ready to say something once more.
words hovered in a ocean between us: and we both dove deeper, despite the hurricane.
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little talks
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 ]
