'It's crazy', he said, looking at my hands. I was tearing up an old ticket for something we went to months ago.
'I left you alone for that one night, and everything changed'.
I wasn't so sure it was just one night. I think it was time, gripping us without us realising, squeezing out of us everything that we used in resistance to it's deathly grip, until we had no more.
That summer something changed within us. The ice-cold drinks, the midnight swims, the perpetual effort to cool down our burning souls. I think we just did too good of a job of cooling.
Lethargy. That's what we became. The blood pumping through our veins did so no longer with youthful enthusiasm, but with the exhausted cry of one who has long since given up.
'Given up on what?'
'Oh, I don't know. Life. Good conversation. Caring if someone put the red wine in the fridge and left the milk out.'
'Leaving the radio on?', You suggested.
'Yeah. Things like that.'
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