In the morning, I could feel the light tapping of a feminine finger. I woke and turned to the figure.
There, I saw her. Her hair curly blonde hair tucked neatly behind her ears, bringing out the strange lavender in her eyes. She smiled wide with her thin lips. And through her gorgeous face was a long curly strand of burgundy.
“Q?” I asked, breathing heavily. ‘Q’ was my nickname for Quincy. She laughed and hugged me.
“I missed you, Halle,” Quincy whispered into my ear. I sat up and Quincy sat next to me.
“How’d you get here?” I asked her.
“Remember, you broke me free.”
I remembered. I thought I had just taken her away at the time, not freed her.
Our conversation was interrupted when Jean came in with a brown leather book, and opened it. I recognized my short and stubby handwriting. He tossed it to me. Only three short entries.
Jean sat next to me rested his head on my shoulder. Quincy giggled.
Dear Diary, DECEMBER 2ND (probably)
The paper feels amazing, I missed this. Lots to write about, I’m only going to say one thing though. Through this whole experience, I’ve cracked, loved , and even murdered, but I still kept strength.
Strength. I like that word, it feels rough on the mind, but easy and beautiful on the eyes. Like Jean.
All I know is, this world needs too be saved.
With all due respect,
Halle Francesca Burner
I closed my book. Jean lifted his head, “Hungry, girls?” I nodded along with Quincy. Before leaving, Jean planted a kiss on my cheek.
“Does he like you?” Quincy asked me. I sat back.
“Probably,” I told her. Lie, I was certain he liked me.
“Probably? Have you seen the way he looks at you?” Quincy sassed me.
“No, I actually haven’t.” I actually haven’t. Maybe I should see how he looks at me. For the rest of our time alone, Quincy and I talked of the old days, where we could go outside and play.
Jean came back and held up three sandwiches, three bottles of water and six pieces of beef jerky. He split the food equally and sat down to eat himself.
He watched me as I ate. I suddenly caught him off guard and stared back at him. The look in his eyes was beautiful. His interesting eyes glittered and shimmered with his dilated pupils. He blushed when I stared back.
“I love beef jerky,” I told him. He smiled to himself in satisfactory.
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