They had nothing to say to each other. After 16 years and countless memories Joan and Mark could only stand on the small patch of grass that separated their houses awkwardly shuffling their feet. The two looked oddly out of place in the suburbia that surrounded them, at least Joan did. She wore all black, with complimenting eye make-up. Mark looked at home here in his Hollister T-shirt and khaki shorts. This was their goodbye. Mark would be leaving their quiet suburbia for California and Joan was destined for art school in New York. They had always been very different, but had somehow managed to stay friends despite their massive social divide that began in middle school, and became all the more apparent in high school. But now they were destined for opposite ends of the country, they weren’t sure their friendship could survive, neither would voice their concern, but they both knew it. They hugged and went their separate ways, they knew it was goodbye.
The hallway was silent, but Rachel’s heart wasn’t. It pounded in her chest as she made her way to front door. Every step she took she planned carefully. She had snuck out enough times to know which steps creaked where and she knew just how to open the door to get it to make barely a squeak, it wasn’t the steps or the door she worried about, it was her damn heart. The heart that compelled her to sneak out, she feared would be the thing that would betray her. She could hear it beating in her chest, it sounded louder than a freight train as she carefully opened the door. She made her way outside and looked up at the stars knowing he was probably looking at them too, waiting for her. She started down her rural road, not looking back, she would never look back.
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