Bea pulled at the chain around her neck and brought her glasses to her face. She peered at them through Paul as if even the prescription wasn’t enough to convince her this boy was trustworthy. After scrunching her eyes at him for several long seconds, she dropped the glasses and let them hang from the chain again.
“Huh. Too bad you didn’t pick up the matching earrings. They look great on my sister.”
I didn’t know that he would trip. That circumstances would make him reach out to steady himself and cause him to drop my heart in the process. That he would run and leave me gathering the millions of shards of tenderness, the yolk of my first love running in the river of my tears.