If This Gets Out

by Sophie Gonzales

I finally find Cleo, our cat, hiding in Mom’s bedroom. She’s definitely gotten bigger since I last saw her, and is kind of a brick now. “Hello,” I say as I scoop her up, comically overexaggerating how heavy she is, to make Mom smile.

This made me smile so much 🥰

“It’s fine. You’re drunk.” “I’m sorry. I misread that. I’m sorry.” Now I’m confused, scrambling to keep up. “Wait, did you … want to?” It takes so long for him to answer, I wonder if he means to at all. Then, his voice achingly soft, he breathes, “Yeah.”

You know that moment??? That oh. *Oh*. Moment... Yeah this hits like that 😌

“Hey, have you been crying?” “Maybe a little.” “Oh, Zach.” He moves in close, and hugs me. I squeeze him, gripping the soft material of his shirt. I don’t want to let him go.

IM FINE!