We walk through a deep meadow on foggy trees. The air is bright and blurry, like we’re in a dream. Or a fantasy. I snatch my hand away from his.
“Hey.” He says, looking down at me.
I look back and give him a quick smile to recover. He shrugs and chuckles.
I look down and tears prick in my eyes. He knows I don’t want to be here. Neither of us want to be. But we are.
“What are you thinking about?” He stares down at me.
“Nothing.” I quickly cross my arms like a child and stare off into the air. The blurry mix of colors emanate and smack me in the face. I shiver.
He’s smoking a cigarette and looking me deep in the eyes. He smirks.
I look and burst into tears and turn to keep walking. He grabs my shoulders and pulls me toward him.
“Ha ha ha!” He waves his arms. “It was just a joke.” He’s moving his hands and shakes his head, still keeping his mocking eyes on me.
“Don’t do that.” I sniffle. I feel a prick of sadness in my stomach. I’m such a baby. I pull my head back up to look at him.
He’s so beautiful. I feel like slapping him. Bastard.
“Come on!” He throws his arms over my shoulder. He takes another puff of his cigarette and stares off into the distance.
“Come on.” He takes his arm from my shoulders. He throws his cigarette to the grass below.
“Let’s do it.”
And we do. It’s the most beautiful thing in the world.
Afterward, I lean against him. We’re talking.
“Want one?” He winks and grins and me. He shows me a cigarette.
“Come on.” He says, “Do it.” He smiles and raises his eyebrows. He ducks his head.
And I do.
And it’s the most beautifully ugly thing in the world.
I shiver again. And the colorful air turns to ice, cracking in our faces.
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