Flame

Two and a half weeks.
Eighteen days.
Four hundred thirty two hours.
Doesn't seem like much, but a lot can happen in that time.

So much did happen. So much that nobody knows of. So much that I couldn't bring myself to tell others.

One week.
Seven days.
One hundred and sixty-eight hours.

Thats how long its been since I left. Since I left my family. And that one person who would forever live on in my mind.

It was supposed to be simple. No attachments. But he drastically change the rules and then left me behind.

...Until now

**

I was watching tv, sitting on my couch. Bored out of my mind as ever and upset since I dumped my boyfriend-who gave me no reason but it just didn't feel right with the summer I had before I came home-sitting on my laptop, frustrated. I had stared at the screen. E-mails gone unanswered, letters left ignore and texts deleted. It was hard to believe it was happening. We had been so close? Why did Tristen choose NOW to leave me be?

I had looked desprate-I knew I did. But what other choice did I have? He broke the rules without explanation-and did it often.

The rules were simple-be together without being together. We were both attached at the time-and I was not a cheater. But he couldn't stick to the rules and left me alone, confused, and now-depressed.

But what could I do? I was infatuated and it was easy for him to be detached.

I knew that if Tristen was here, this break up would have been easier to deal with. I would never admit-I don't think its true-that he was a part of the break up.


I was still stuck in thinking about him when the knock came. I jumped slightly, I wasn't told anyone was getting a package so I didn't see why there was a knock. You're just being paranoid, I told myself, just answer the door.

I knew who I wanted it to be...but I never got my wish.

I stood and walked towards the door, running my fingers through my hair quickly before opening it.

There was no one.

I looked around the door frame and then looked down. My heart jumped. He was really here. Tristen. And he left a picture.

The picture.