Something fresh

       When he got ready to leave, he reached out and pulled me to him, hugging
me tightly. I buried my face in his neck, smelling his good smell, something fresh,
something I couldn’t put my finger on exactly. As I stood there with Ryan
holding me, I could feel the lump grow in my throat. I hoped he would come
visit, his question not just being talk. I felt lonelier than I could ever
remember feeling. I was going home.

       “Have a safe trip back,” he whispered, his lips touching my hair next
to my ear. “You’ll be fine.”




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