Beautiful Mistake

by Vi Keeland

If there was a such thing as arm porn, I was watching my very own channel. It felt wrong to look, but God, was I enjoying the view.

If you looked up unstable in the dictionary, I’m pretty sure my picture would be there.

“It’s time we both let go of the past.” “I’m so sorry for everything, Rachel.” “There’s nothing for you to be sorry for.”

“What? You’re looking at me funny,” she said. “It’s just so crazy how many years this has been in the making, how we found our way back to each other.” Rachel smiled and tilted her head. “You know you’re the reason we met again, right?” “I think Professor Clarence dying had something to do with it.”

“What did you think? We’re going to have sex in the car on the drive from the church to the restaurant?” “I was thinking we could do it in the confessional, right after the priest says you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life.” “That’s twisted on so many levels, even for you.”

Dear Father, I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet you when I was supposed to. My stepfather found out we were going to run away and got really mad. He said if he ever caught the person who was going to help us, he’d hurt them. So I can’t come talk to you on Saturdays anymore, because I don’t want him to hurt you. But I wanted to say thank you. Thank you for the headphones and for telling me how to listen to music to make everything better. Thank you for listening to me even when I was too afraid to talk. But most of all, thank you for being my angel when God was too busy. I hope I get to see you again someday. -Rachel