I want to see her again, to tell her how much I love her and to ask her about my music. Not a living hour goes by that I do not think about Christy. When the summer after our Junior year came, she announced that she was going on a trip. I gave her lessons every day after sixth period. When we were still in high school, I taught Christy how to sing. “World famous Christy Dante will perform at the Opera House Saturday, October 21.”

I gasp and drop my spoon in surprise, sloshing milk all over my shirt. Sports have never had any interest to me and I want to read the headlines later, so I skim by to the entertainment section. Satisfied, I pour myself some milk and start eating my cereal while I read. I have no internet, no TV, or close friends, so this is mainly how I see the outside world. I stoop to pick it up and see that the newspaper has already come. I am walking over to the pantry to get some cereal when I see some paper poking through the door. “It matches your loneliness.”īreakfast is in order and I get a bowl out of the cupboard. My home is in the basement of an apartment complex and I do not see the light of day often. I open the blinds to my one-room apartment, but could see no visible difference.

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