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her cries made it difficult to concentrate.




i.
there was a certain ring in her voice when she said my name. it was a hollow tweet that sounded like caring, but could have been rainbows or sunflowers.


'archer.'


or maybe it was my imagination.











ii.
sometimes, she'd flash a smile in my general direction, and even if it wasn't really meant for me, i'd pretend that her ivory skin bent to make me happy.


i think she noticed one time because she asked me, 'archer, why do you smile so often?'


and i wanted to say it's because of her golden red curls that pile on her shoulders and the time she said hello to me or the feeling of her fingertip touching the palm of my hand and the way her voice sounded like church bells and whistling workers.


but instead, i just said the world is beautiful.


and that was enough to make her smile.











iii.
the water billowed around her pale arms as she splashed and flailed and laughed.


i grabbed her and held her tight and she whispered, 'never let go.'


so when she pulled away and started screaming and gasping for help, i never let her go.


and i don't think she'll ever forget.











iv.
it's been seven years since she went back home.


and i have a photo of her in her beautiful wedding gown sitting on my desk, just so i can remember the canary cries and her ladybug hair clip.


and i feel no remorse over letting go.


Author notes

I'm pretty sure this is entirely clichè, but hey. It's the best I could muster right now.

My prompt was ivory and I used this picture as inspiration.

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