Mac Kapala
Stories (2/0)
He Took Me and Then He Left Me
I lost my virginity in the front seat of a small pick-up to man who was eight years older than me. It was chilled fall night, in a city three hours from my house. We struggled to contort our bodies to fit in the small cab, his large body seeming to tower over my small frame. But we didn't fit, we weren't a good match. He was a graduate student at a big college studying psychology, I was a strong-willed freshmen at a small campus studying biology. He preferred white wedding gowns and I had one too many tattoos. He was my first love and when he was finished, he pulled up his pants and drove away.
By Mac Kapala6 years ago in Humans
When Grief Moved In
It's finals week. I just transferred to a new school. This is my first semester there, and my exam is tomorrow. I need to be taking notes on the Crusades and Medieval Spain, but the black on my index cards are doodles of her name. Sketches of her face. Two years ago today, she had 12 days left on this earth and we didn't know, or maybe we did, but we didn't believe it. I didn't believe it. Our heroes are not supposed to die and our best friends aren't supposed to leave. She was both to me, and she died.
By Mac Kapala6 years ago in Humans