A Midnight Lover: A Short Story

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It was the summer of ‘89, but I would call it the summer of him. Now the sad part about this story is that he came into my life as quickly as he left it. Now it wasn’t that he broke my heart, even though he did. Nor was it disappointing when he left; it was the one fact I had to swallow--he knew it was the end, but he promised himself that he wouldn’t tell me. And when he finally did, he was out of time. And no, he didn’t die, even when I knew he had bad days, days when I thought he would. He always seemed to pull through. And yes, I know he is out there happy, maybe not as happy as when I was in his arms. Or when were were dancing in the pale moonlight. Or even as bubbly as he was during our midnight pool parties. But I also know that he misses …show more content…

When we got there he pulled out a flannel, tossed it to me, then threw on a different one. The grass was tall, the air was warm, and the sky was a bit hazy. I was about to lay on the grass when he said, “If you’re the type that’s down to earth lay in the grass, but I think you’ll have more fun up on the hood, plus you’ll be a few feet closer to the …show more content…

It was cool and felt damp but we hadn’t seen rain in days. We laid there for a few hours which felt like minutes, I’d even catch him peeking at me which oddly was kinda romantic, but I had no clue how. It was getting late, so we admired the sky one last time before going back home.
Dustin drove me home, and he sat in my driveway for a while, we just studied each other 's faces in silence then letting the cab of his truck fill with the murmur of “How Deep is Your Love” by The Bee Gees. I glanced down, said good night and thanked him for the ride. He drove off with a cloud of dust following him until I couldn’t see any farther down the street. I climbed through my window not wanting to wake my family, and flopped on my bed then just laid there thinking about how I was starting to fall for him.
It had been a few weeks and I’d been spending a lot of time with Dustin. He came over and spent the night, which consisted of zero sleep, good old music, and a pool party in the middle of the night. He came to the play that I was starring in; he even picked me up during the day just to take me to

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