THE LOOK (any gender, early twenties on up)
Love. So much love. That other time it looked like I was going to be killed. You remember? I was getting into the elevator, nobody knew what exactly was up there, there was a tiny chance I would survive. And right when the doors were closing, that look you gave me. I'm sure I gave you a look too. And in that moment I knew if I made it out alive, we'd stay together forever.
Now you're going to get married to my best friend, huh? I wonder if I would have survived the last time if I knew it was going to end up like this. But-
But maybe it doesn't have to end up like "this", ya know? Maybe you could call off the wedding. Because- wait, no- because. I think I get it... when I survived, I got lazy. I took you for granted, I know that, now.
And we're back, aren't we? New cluster at the top floor, even slimmer chance I'll survive. But if I do survive, I'll find- I promise I WILL find a way to make every boring thing afterwards, I'll make it feel like life or death- inside me, I'll make myself feel that way- No, don't say anything.
I'm going up now.
Keep giving me that look. I just might make it out alive again.
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes.
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