Hollee Becerra
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Luna Bee
It was a hot day, even for a Texas Summer. Or, maybe I was just particularly sensitive this day, raw with a broken heart and a disease that makes me essentially allergic to sunlight. I was used to the whole Lupus thing by now, but never did get used to being alone. It was the Summer of 2020, and I, along with everyone else on the planet, was shut off from the rest of the world, hiding away from something still new and scary. I had met a man a few months prior. It was one of those relationships that you throw yourself into in order to forget about something else. For me, this one was about forgetting a man I had loved for five years who decided that long-distance was too hard and I was no longer worth trying for. This new guy was great at first, a musician who adored me and thought like me, who saw a future with me. Until he didn't.
By Hollee Becerra4 years ago in Petlife
The Airport
36 days, 12 hours, and 13 minutes. That’s how long it has been since the moment I swallowed the lump in my throat, squeezed my eyes shut and willed the stinging tears to stay put, knowing that if I allowed one to escape, they might never stop. I could feel the heat rising from my chest, up my neck, and into my cheeks as the splotchy red spots took over. My skin felt tight, almost itchy, and I could sense my nose beginning to swell. This always happens when I get emotional. I could also feel the eyes of everyone in the airport watching me. Wondering where I was going, why I was alone. I wondered if they could read my mind and feel the humiliation eating me alive as tried to catch my breath. It reminded me of three days before, as I poured my heart out to two strangers on that late night flight. Sharing far too many details of my long-distance love story, desperately trying to calm my nerves. Yet here I stood now, in the same airport. I was filled with regret. I had dreamed for six years of seeing his face again, feeling his arms around me, watching the twinkle in his eye, that look of pure adoration brought about by every word I spoke.
By Hollee Becerra4 years ago in Fiction
