18 • How To Run From The Mess You Made

18 • How To Run From The Mess You Made

Saahirah Wilson

Days turned into weeks and eventually we stopped caring about anything but us.

It was different, being with Moon. I'd never noticed how gentle she could be. Or what it was like when her attention was solely on you.

I never noticed the vivid red streaks in her russet hair or her lazy, half smile.

As blissful as the last few weeks had been, reality slowly came crashing in. Moon's Mom returned and it was no longer just the two of us everyday.

"Whatcha thinking so hard about?" Moon asked as she lit a cigarette. I scrunched my nose up in disgust "the fact that you're killing your lungs" I replied.

She chuckled, blowing smoke out. "Yeah well, I believe I rock lung cancer" I rolled my eyes "you most definitely do not" She smiled, taking a drag.

I paused for a second. She looked so beautiful when she smiled. "Whaddya doin' this weekend?" I asked.