Then she began her trek to home. About a half a mile of walking, her flip-flop broke and she felt like the fates were against her. Her throat felt lik... sandpaper and she wanted to drink those tears she foolishly wasted earlier. She wished she had a cellphone signal, to call for her mom to pick her up. She slowly trudged on, one foot bare and scalded by the hot gravel. She noticed a blur on the horizon, a couple miles away. The hot wind stirred dust in the air so she could not tell if it was. It was friday and since our school remained closed on weekends i had two days devise new plans for her.I had a great idea and texted her on sunday night "Same cloths tomorrow,you can change the colour though but don't forget to wear a nice a pair of panties "After some time i got an 'okay' as reply. . ”“I think now you’re starting to make more sense, Edgar,” Cory replied, and this time, he was no longer joking. “Are you trying to tell me that I still have him? That I didn’t forget him?”“The simple fact that you’re losing sleep over thinking about him should be enough proof,” the young scientist replied.“I feel like his face ... I cannot see his face in my mind,” Cory let out a heavy sigh.“But you don’t need that to still remember him,” Edgar spoke. “The only thing that truly matters is that. ’ ‘Yum, but not too much though, I have to watch my weight!’ I left her to use my bathroom and retired to get a late lunch. It had been a long day already. After eating I did a few chores, split a few more logs for the wood pile, I had enough for the worst winter now, and went round making a list of things I should do while I was taking a break from work. The house was silent and when I called ‘Dog’ he came with me for a walk over the rocks and down to the tiny beach, hardly enough room to lie.