Author: Jae Miles, Staff Writer

Wish I’d been braver. I knock.

Nineteen.
Kim opens her door.

Eighteen.
“Pete? Are you crying?”

Seventeen.
“I’ve always loved you.”

Sixteen.
“I love you, too.”

Fifteen.
Now she’s crying.

Fourteen.
Wish we had longer.

Thirteen.
I raise my phone: “Seen the news?”

Twelve.
“Can’t cope with it.”

Eleven.
She doesn’t know!

Ten.
“It’s started.”

Nine.
Her eyes go wide.

Eight.
“Really?”

Seven.
I nod.

Six.
“You came here?”

Five.
I nod.

Four.
“Why?”

Three.
“To see you.”

Two.
“Kiss me.”

One.
Her hands on my face.

Zero.
Our lips –

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