I’m not sure what this is yet. It feels like the middle of something, the catalyst for change. Maybe even the end of something. I don’t know, but I would appreciate some feedback! Also, please no reblogs of this. Thanks!
An unlit fag hangs from her cracked lips. She flicks a lighter to life as she lifts the plastic to her mouth.
“I can’t believe you smoke now.”
“Don’t get all high and mighty, Julia.”
“I’m not, Adelyn. I’m just surprised.”
“Whatever. Shit happens.”
She sucks a single drag off the cigarette. I sigh and shove my fists in my pockets, kicking an invisible rock. Adelyn groans and tosses the cigarette on the ground, a flash of orange light flittering like a firefly through the air. It lands on the asphalt. She stomps it out, then folds her arms.
“Satisfied?”
“Sure.”
We’ve never been awkward before. We’ve never had a moment of tension in all our years of sleepovers and midnight breakdowns and confessions at a backseat alter. She always smelled like burning leaves, a spicy autumn, but now she reeks of greasy hair and ashy smoke. I have never seen her wear make-up, but today there are rings of smudged black kohl dripping down her cheeks.
“Who are you, Adelyn?”
“What the fuck, Julia –”
“Who are you now, Adelyn? Is this the real you?”
“Come on, Julia.”
I just stare at the stranger before me, unsure where this dream began.
