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Vigil by this-person, literature

Literature

Vigil

4:32 p.m.“Come with me,” he says.She looks up at him, one arm carefully hooked around a pole in the juddering bus. “Where? To your house? I hate to tell you this, but I don’t think we’ve reached that stage in our relationship yet.”He is laughing. “I know you’re practically dying to get a peek at my hot bod, but that’s not what I meant. I meant somewhere else.”“Somewhere else? Real specific, Jonathan.”“Specific is not the point, actually. Anywhere’s fine. Let’s just… not go home tonight.”Pause. “We can’t just not go home,” she repeats slowly.“Sure we can. Why not?”“Why not? You do not seem to understand the concept of My Parents Will Freak ...

A Crooked Heart by ilikeorange, literature

Literature

A Crooked Heart

'Here's to forever!' he said, the corners of his mouth slanting upwards into that sly, cheeky grin he always had when he was trying to flirt. He slid the key in between his teeth and gave me one of his half-winks.'What? Here? In the middle of New York?' I chuckled. "Oh, fine! Come here you!"My arms slid gingerly around his waist as Manhattan, Brooklyn and the bridge dissolved into the enveloping warmth of our embrace.***The wake seems like a small affair, standard stuff six or seven round wooden tables wrapped in translucent plastic, arranged neatly with those ubiquitously white, plastic funeral chairs tucked underneath them, extra furni...