Lauraloveskatrina

Katrina was standing at the edge of the field, hands in the pockets of her jean jacket. The sunset painted her gold.

Laura was accepted to a college three states away. She packed her room in cardboard boxes, erasing herself from the house where she’d grown up. On the last night, she walked to the oak tree behind the football field. The bark had grown over most of the carving, but she could still make out the K and the L , wound together like vines. lauraloveskatrina

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