In Five Years

by Rebecca Serle

It will take me seven minutes to blow it dry.

What blow dryer does she use cuz I need it. 7 minutes??? or does she have 5 strands of hair

This is what I’ve always wanted. To be somewhere that stops at nothing. To be surrounded by the pace and rhythm of greatness.

After the interview I go downtown, to Reformation, one of my favorite clothing stores in SoHo.

Oh she's wealthy wealthy

Momentarily, my chest ticks at what tonight will cost.

you're worrying about money in a reformation dress?gurl

“Yes,” I say. He smiles. “I think maybe you should let me ask the question.” Someone close breaks out in laughter. “I’m sorry,” I say. “Please ask.”

Lmfaoooo

Still a lawyer. Hallelujah.

“A premonition, maybe. A psychosomatic trip.” “Those are just other words for dreams.”

My parents love David. Of course they do. He’s a lot like my brother, or what I imagine he’d have turned out to be.

Ahh that’s weird

I make her life smooth and solid. She makes mine bright and dazzling. This seems fair. A good trade.

This form of fun does not come naturally to me, and therefore feels impossible to engage in. I am constantly trying to learn the rules, only to realize that the people who win don’t seem to follow any.

“To good men,” she says. “May we know them, may we love them, may we love each other’s.”

HUh?

He glances at me in the rearview.

He knows !

I need the morning. There’s something about being the first one awake that feels precious, rare. I feel accomplished before I’ve even had my first cup of coffee. The whole day is better.

Me when I literally don’t go to sleep at all so I can be up at 5am

“You really want this,” I say, but it’s not really to her. It’s to the wall. To whatever beyond has brought forth this reality.

“There’s no baby.”

Anti-Peeta plot

“They think I have ovarian cancer.”

… :| ok I don’t know if I want to keep reading that got really specific and I had an inkling

David is staring at me with a look I’ve never seen before. He’s looking at me as if he’s already gone.

Oh god please tell me she didn’t say the wrong name

But it is not love, no. I mistook it. I mistook it because I did not know; I had not seen everything that would get us here. It is not love, this feeling. It is grief.

“Dr. Shaw.”

Oh my god.