Day 99

It’s way past bedtime.

You tell him to wait in the car as you grab a caffeinated drink from your fridge. You brisk-walk back to him aloof of the water puddles underneath your sneakers. You get back to him with a bottled energy drink in hand. He takes one sip for the road and caps it off. Before he leaves, he says, “I’m not him, but I love you.”

You are left stunned.

(writing practice inspired by unphotographable.com)

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