Stalker
Aug 8th, 2019 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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She was always staring at him, even in the eighth grade when I sat behind him, green with envy.
“He doesn’t even know you’re alive?” I snipped at her in the tenth grade when I caught her staring at him in the cafeteria.
He did not recognize either of us when we attended his lecture at Harvard. I couldn’t have cared less what the new advances in pediatric neurosurgery were, but I went at her insistence.
I stand on the walk and give them distance, as she places red roses on his grave.
Tonight, I finally have her to myself.
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