Revists

She had already said her farewells weeks ago. She was responded with many good lucks and have funs, but that wasn't what she really wanted to hear. 
Her sister had shaped her eyebrows perfectly and highlighted her hair brown just the way she liked it. 
"I'm really going to miss you, you know? But, I know this is what you want so...do your best okay?" her sister said as she gave her a pat on the head. 
"I'll do my best." she responded as she hung her keys on the door and left. 
She walked to the station while fumbling with her mp3 trying to untangle the headphones. She was reminded of the time he tried to untangle her headphones for her and ended up tearing the wires apart. He was always kind of reckless.
"Hey." 
She looked up and saw him standing right next to the trashcan she dumped her old headphones in. 
"So..whatever you end up doing..good luck I guess. Wherever you end up going...be safe, I guess." He mumbled as he tucked his hands into his back pocket. He always had a habit of doing that when he was at loss for words. She hated it. 
"Thanks. See you." She replied and continued to walk down their path. As she walked pass him, she could smell the detergent on his clothes and the shampoo in his hair. She hated it.
She kept walking and only focused on their path. The sun was dancing with the horizon and she had only wondered if she could ever be the sun. She had only ever really wanted to hear her horizon say,
"I'll meet you there." 
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This story (?) was inspired by this wonderful photo

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