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It’s hard to place and hard to tell. Hard to explain, and saying this feels like hell. There we were, sitting on my bed. Just you and me and her. I’d never seen such a contrast in hair colors. You were your redheaded self. I was as blonde as I used to be. And she had dark hair that looked like it felt bad…
I didn’t know why you people where in my room. Fuck, we aren’t even friends, but there we were, talking like we held the best of intention.
Serena was there, her hair blonde like it had been when I was young, asking us if we needed anything.
‘Food,” you said, your voice sad.
Suddenly, we were in the kitchen and you were having a breakdown. Crying, trying to breathe through the downpour. She was hugging you, as she should have been, but you were pushing her away, searching for me in the dim light of the kitchen, your socks sliding on the hardwood floor. With my arms open, I embraced you.
The scent of you filled the air I took in, and your hair felt the same as it always had under my fingers. Your arms were latched tightly around me as though you’d never let go and you were muttering things in my ear.
‘I miss you. I miss you so much, Kayla.’
I could just make out the words and they scared me. Should I miss you too? I didn’t say anything, just kept hugging you. When I woke up, it was as though you had been there. The air still smelled of your deodorant and your perfume. I could still feel your arms around my back, the pressure making me uneasy…