Unrequited lessonShe stared down into the brown bottle, her eyes lidded with disgruntled betrayal. The actions of the former night playing in her head, constantly on repeat. She had always reached out to him in attempts to build a bridge that seemed too rickety to cross. He had always turned her down, and one more rotted plank would fall from the ratted rope, until finally there was only one way to cross; dive and pray."Rick." Her not so distant past yelled into the microphone of her head. The cold cement formed under the brown bottle, then under her feet, until finally she glanced up into the dead-of-night blackness that was Colorado weather. Not even brea
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