Tuesday 27 February 2018

Melting Snowflake

I took my time shaking the snow from my jacket as I stood in the doorway of her house. If you're going to be breaking up with someone, the least you could do was not dirty her home while you did it.

I paused for a moment before knocking. I went over what I wanted to say, what I wanted to explain to her.

Then I knocked.

She opened the door wearing a cropped jacket. And nothing else.

I paused, trying to remember what I had decided I had to tell her a moment prior.

But it had melted away.

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