Working at the roller rink, like a lucid dream that never breaks into morning. One shot

August was you. You, passenger side in my dad’s Camaro listening to cars drive over us on the freeway at night. You, taking apart small puffy dandelions sprouting from the weeds in the empty field behind the high school.

I know you want to break up, kiddo. But we haven't fulfilled all the requirements of an absolute romance. And that's why I'm calling. One Shot.

Why I love you: People tell me that whenever you miss me, you turn on all the lights in the room and sit on the floor. Why I hate you: You look at me sometimes like I am ten years younger than you. One Shot

Nora is unable to break from every emotion that is three years too late. She's slipping into something. Maybe it's insanity...maybe something deeper.