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Story was written for a creative writing course in 2017.
Original length: 1 page
<!-- <p>Nathan stepped out from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist. He was dry, give for the few drops of water falling from his jet-black hair. I remembered when we went out for drinks after his trip to Cancun. “Thought it’d accentuate my tan,” he said humbly. And accentuate it did. With darker hair, caramel eyes, and sun-kissed skin, Nathan was the spitting image of a Greek god. --> <!-- <p>He sat down on the edge of his bed, turning on the television. “How was your day?” I whispered. “Oh, it was fine,” his lips uttered. He stretched, his arms catching my attention at how toned they were. He flipped through the guide, switching from National Geographic and Investigation Discovery before settling on Syfy. He went towards his dresser, letting the towel fall to his ankles. I covered my eyes, recalling the drapes being open and cursing myself that I could not reach them. --> <!-- <p>“You remember Johnathan?” he continued, putting on a pair of boxers. Before I could gather my thoughts, the word “no” escaped my lips. He explained how Johnathan was on the shortlist of being fired at work. Nathan’s face fell as he relayed the information. He recommended Johnathan to our boss, hoping that this job would keep him on the straight and narrow path. --> <!-- <p>“Aw, sweetheart. I understand how badly it hurts to lose a friend,” I muttered. A smile soon crept onto his face. I hoped that it was me who caused it. --> <!-- <p>His arms reached out for a hug. I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, despite the chill in the air. --> <!-- <p>He seemed to say that everything would be okay, that he’ll help Johnathan get his shit together. --> <!-- <p>His smile turned to a smirk and we both let out a light giggle. --> <!-- <p>His kiss felt hollow but I could almost feel the passion behind it. He mouthed “goodnight Marsha”. I sighed; my name was Faye. --> <!-- <p>The lights turned off in the room and I found myself alone in the darkness. I lowered the binoculars, stood up from where I’ve sat underneath the tree and made my way back home.</p> -->