Later that night, Lux laid in her bed, thinking about her past. The cold penetrated the thin glass window that separated her from the snowy roads below. It was here and only here she felt safe to think about Russ. She thought back to the last time she saw him. He had been sitting on their front steps at three in the morning, trying to sober up in the chilly fall air. She left the safety of her room and went down to sit with him.
"Go away, Lux." he said. "Please."
Lux silently ignored him, wiping dew off of the stoop so she could sit.
"Go, Lux. I mean it." He had his head turned so she couldn't see his face.
She sat there silently.
Moments past with no sense of time. She gently reached up and turned his face towards her.
And then she understood. He was embarrassed.With two black eyes, a clearly broken nose and a massive split lip, it made sense.
"Please." He repeated.
"What happ-" Russ cut her off.
"Nothing. I got it. Its all under control."
"Clearly. "she said. "good luck with that."
and she walked away.
That was it. Her last memory. Tomorrow would be Christmas, but it didn't matter to her. All she wanted was Russ. Or at least answers. Because at the moment, all she was wishing for was to stop chasing these fleeting memories.
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