JENA

.. JENA DANIELLE PANTANO
She runs down the short stairs, three to be exact, and jumps into his arms.
Its been two weeks since they went apart.
The text messages and the phone calls never ended.
“I got what I wanted, I just called to hear your beautiful voice.”
The butterflies soared, the nerves tingled, and she kept repeating to herself..
keep breathing, keep breathing.
Their hands entwined, her thumb tucked into his palm the way she always does.
The pumpkin pie, the milk, and the single orange carnation sat on the picnic table.
She was quite proud of her accomplishment.
“im glad we didn’t go to the dance. This is much better.”
The rain fell, and the blanket covered their bodies and brought them into eachother..
Keep breathing, keep breathing.
The boxes felt ten pounds heavier by the third floor and the sweat ran down their faces.
As always, his face was smiling as his eyes started to sparkle in that usual way.
The stress ran from her body and she felt releived.
“ill get you out of here one day, a fenced in yard and a happy joey.”
When she had to let go of her dog of 6 years, he promised her more.
Keep breathing, keep breathing.
Graduation had snuck up on them both causing her to become unusually stressed.
She was taking it all out on him and she knew that, and above all knew it was wrong.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
“well, then im done. I cant take all this shit anymore.”
She kept repeating it to herself, but she couldn’t do it anymore, and she crashed.
Breathe, come on you have to breathe.
but her body couldn’t do it anymore.
She wouldn’t breathe, and didn’t want to.
Her body shook and swelled under the pressure, lungs shrinking in size.
“her pulse is slowing down, tell her to breathe or its going to stop.”
The machines scream and whine as her heart pushes, and pushes.
No more breath, no more breathing.
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