it’s all in your eyes

She made dandelion wishes under the golden glow of the sunset, and knew that her life was perfect.

go back twelve hours.

She sat in her living room and listened to her neighbors fight. Praying there wouldn’t be any gunshots, she grabbed her bag and ran out the door. Her mother didn’t ask where she was running to.

go back ten hours.

She walked around the nice part of town, watching the perfect families drive in their perfect cars and play in their perfect gardens. They stared at her, walking there in her secondhand thirdhand fourthhand clothes, and she sighed.

go back eight hours.

She gave up on the nice part of town and decided to settle down in a coffee shop. After she ordered she remembered that she’d left her money in her other life, and she almost ran.

But he stopped her.

go back six hours.

He’d payed for her coffee (and a strawberry scone) and then she’d asked him to sit with her. His eyes looked like storm clouds but that was okay because his smile was brighter than the sun. And he smiled a lot.

go back four hours.

She complained about the perfect families in the nice part of town and he laughed. He told her that perfection was relative (and overrated) and that the stories in her notebooks were better than perfect.

go back two hours.

He showed her a tiny little hill that was shaded by weeping willows. It wasn’t in the nice part of town, but it was the nicest place she’d ever seen. They sat together on the forget-me-not studded grass, and talked about everything until their souls came out in their words.

go back two minutes.

She made dandelion wishes under the golden glow of the sunset, and knew that her life was perfect.

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