—LENORE’S JOURNAL Gavin The water is so blue. Just like her eyes. Evie’s eyes. I can’t get them out of my head. The way they’d crinkle around the edges when she smiled. The way they’d brighten the second before she understood something you were saying. The way they blurred when I kissed her. They haunt me even in my sleep. She haunts me in my sleep. I’m so far gone on this girl, some nights I feel her next to me. The warmth of her body pressed to mine, the pressure of her arm lying across my stomach, her soft breaths against the back of my neck. Of course, that’s when I wake and roll over to an empty bed and cold sheets. Reality’s a bitch. I kick a rock into the water, then turn around so I don’t have to see it, but I still hear the waves whisper to me. “Go back. Go back,” they say incessantly. Morning, noon, and night. A guy can’t get any peace with those whispers. I can almost imagine it’s her saying it, pleading with me to go back. My imagination’s a bitch, too.
