The bright blue sky above reminded me of her dyed turquoise hair whipping the sides of her face in my windowless car. I smiled as I recalled the reason that window was broken. She was always getting into arguments with random people; this time it started with a disagreement over the quality of The Beauty and the Beast remake, and ended with whether or not marijuana should be legalized. Or should I say, it ended after I had to physically hold her back and remove her from the scene when her opponents started throwing things. Somehow, as I whipped away and she yelled obscenities out the sunroof, a heavy rock made contact with my window. Despite having to constantly play the role of the getaway driver, the fire in her is what I loved. Maybe she needed a fire as big as her own to be happy. Maybe she didn’t like that I never argued back. Maybe that’s why our fire fizzled- at least for her it did. Since she left, my fire has engulfed me- taken over in her absence, and burned every cell in my body until my thoughts of her consume me.
I’ll have to fix that window.
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