The Sunset: A Story in Prose

January 12, 2018
By Anonymous

YOU ARE BEING SWORN TO SECRECY
The contents are my personal story,
So you are being sworn
To secrecy.
Reader’s Signature:__________________________________
***All names have been changed to protect the guilty.***

WE BECOME FRIENDS
It happened by chance.
It happened on social media.
It happened on December 26th, 2017;
It started with a question.
“Are you ok?”

MY GRANDFATHER
I didn’t know how to answer.
“Yeah, why?”
“Yuperoo!”
“...”
“My granddad has dementia and forgot where he lived and almost punched my mom and my grandmom had to fake a heart attack to calm him down and doesn’t even remember any of this.”
My night in a nutshell.
(I didn’t tell him that though).

FLIGHT
It was three hours and two minutes and thirty four seconds and lots of cold airplane food.
It was then when I realized:
Max is a friend.
Max cares about me.
I want to talk to Max again.
So I waited
And I waited
And I waited
For wifi.

A LOT OF WAITING
And then I waited
And I waited
And I waited
For school
To start.

SCHOOL STARTS


He refused to meet me in the cold in the dark before school.
He said it was because of his friend.
He called his friend a d*ck.
So we agreed to meet at lunch
After a lot of “ugh”ing
And texting.

HOW IT WENT AT LUNCH
“Max.”
“Anna…”
Embrace.
An awkward high-five which ended with me stroking his hand
(I didn’t want to hit him ok?).
And an awkward silence.
“Want to go somewhere?”
“Sure.”

WHERE WE WENT:
Under the stairwell.
With a boy.
We did NOT have sex.
We painted.
We painted under the stairwell
On the stairwell.
I was scared.
But I painted a sunset.

HOW WE ALMOST GOT CAUGHT:
The door opened.
I froze.
I made a stupid decision.
I smeared my yellow thumb and red index and blue middle finger onto my pants.
I mouthed “SH*T.”
Voices.
Door closed.
And opened again.
Footsteps.
Black Converse.
Max.
Wide eyes.
Door closed.
Footsteps.
Above us.
We were safe.

SUNSET STAIRWELL
I found writing on the stairs that day:
“Friday
December 8 2017
The day the one I loved told me he lost his feelings for me
Happy f***ing holidays”
I wrote a letter.
I taped it to the top of the bottom of the stairs.
I told the broken heart to write back.
Saying that it will get better.
Signed, “The Sunset Girl.”
No answer today.

THE END
You are sworn to secrecy.
You cannot and may not release this information to anyone.
I trusted you enough to share this.
Don’t f*ck it up.
~Anonymous



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