Falling: A Love Story
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Standing to my feet, I pocket the ring box. I broach the one subject that’s bothered me since reading it. My fingers trail the cool edge of the limestone.
“I don’t know why you’d think I’d look at you differently.” I don’t even know how I feel about finding out that MeMaw was a recovering drug addict. I start and stop my next sentence a few times. I figure out what I want to say, taking my therapist’s advice in voicing my real feelings. “I was shocked. Really shocked that you were like Jess. But, you chose to get out, MeMaw, and for that I’m glad, because you took care of me when my mother wasn’t able to.” My cell vibrates in my back pocket. “That’s Chels,” I tell MeMaw without even looking at my phone.
I gaze at the vibrant colors in the floral arrangement I brought, reminding me how sometimes MeMaw would scrounge up a few dollars and have the apartment smelling so good. “You took care of me. Fed me, helped me with homework, and took me to church. Hell, you gave me a real fighting chance.” Sometimes, I can’t believe my good fortune. Lots of children don’t end up like me, getting lost in the system. “You died, but I met the Sterlings, inherited two big brothers who look out for me and made me an uncle and brother-in-law.” Had it not been for JC’s horny ass, I would’ve never met my Chelsea.
The leaves rustle again. I’d like to believe that MeMaw’s in Heaven, agreeing with me.
I trace the letters in her name. “Helen Tennyson, you made it all possible. One simple act changed the course of my life.” I wipe away the wetness from my eyes. “I’m sorry you’re not around for me to tell you thank you.” I tap the headstone, wishing she was physically right here so I could melt into her embrace, where she’d always smell like sunshine and home-cooked meals.
“Dyllan, honey, we have to go. We don’t want to be late to your parents’ home,” Chels says softly, coming up behind me.
“Thanks, MeMaw. Thanks for showing me how to fall with grace.”
I turn, grasping Chels’s hand.
The End
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Where the fuck is that little she-devil?
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Her skin popped out of his mouth, leaving behind another love bite. Using one hand, he trailed along Avi’s waist, roaming over her velvety skin, and stopping just under her breast. “It’s like you were made for me.”
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