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Little Bro.

“You’re coming to my football game tonight, right?” Fourteen year old Liam Mitchell asked as he slung his sports duffel over his shoulder and grabbed a water bottle and apple off the kitchen table.

“Uh, yeah, I think I can make it. Your older sister is supposed to come home tonight though, so I might be late,” Beca said, looking up from her laptop set at the kitchen table and waiting for her youngest’s reaction.

“Oh, uh, that’s okay. I know you and mom have missed her since she’s been away, so, um, no problem at all,” Liam said, walking out of the house and getting into the car, waiting for his older brother to drive.

“What was that about?” Chloe walked into the kitchen to kiss her wife good morning and grab the cup of coffee and french toast waiting for her.

“I think Liam’s upset we’ll be late to his game,” Beca said, shutting her laptop.

Before Chloe could get another word out, their seventeen year old high school junior son came running down the stairs, laughing as the dog followed clumsily.

“Eddie! Slow down!” Beca scolded, watching the boy slide around on his socks.

“Sorry, sorry. Bella woke up when I grabbed her chewy from her and started chasing me,” Eddie said, scratching behind their Australian Cattle dog’s ear, a gift from Amy because ‘Australian dogs are better than American dogs’.

Chloe rolled her eyes and smiled when her oldest son kissed her cheek, ruffling his brown hair.

“Go. You’re making your brother wait,” Chloe warned, pointing to the front door.

“By moms!”

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.