I stared down at the floor as I stood in her bedroom doorway. Tears streamed down my face as I quietly assessed every possible path forward from this point. I looked quickly at the comforter she had taken off the bed as it laid crumpled on the ground. The vile fabric, which we have had since our first home together, and now it surely needed to be burned. What could I say to her that would change the last hour? My mind ran wild as I processed the grief I felt. Wait.. she’s talking… She’s sorry? She never meant to hurt me? Talk, but no tears this time.
I remember when she walked into German class in September of 2007. There was nothing significant about her entrance, no real reason to have it noted so firmly in my mind. I remember looking at this new freshman girl, visibly timid to be entering the class a month after the school year began. Her hair, dyed black with the roots showing; her clothes, obvious signs of wear throughout; her expression became fierce as all eyes landed on her. She didn’t see me, but I saw her.
I was a junior in a freshman class which didn’t matter to me- most of the students in the class I knew well and felt comfortable with. Kevin sat next to me from the beginning of the school year and boasted quite frequently of this girl named Laura he liked. For a month I listened to Kevin speak of this Laura giving absolutely no bearing to this individual at all. I certainly wasn’t prepared for her to walk right into my life on her first day.
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