unfocused memory
bluechameleon
It was late morning, maybe. Could’ve been the afternoon. I think it was cold outside. Or not really cold, but not exactly warm either, kind of that in-between weather when you need a jacket, but not yet a coat. I’d just left the bank, and I could feel my phone vibrate in my jacket pocket (yeah, see, jacket weather), and I answered it, and it was you. And I don’t know. Maybe I hadn’t just left the bank. Maybe I was on my way to the bank. I don’t remember. It doesn’t matter. What I do remember is that you said that we needed to talk, and I looked up, and right then I saw this woman, and she was walking away. And I should’ve known right then. I really should’ve known.
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