Neon, or How to Disappear Completely with Noen Eubanks
Young Adult Friction
We sat down drunk on the beach, exhausted from laughing our lungs out earlier. "What if it isn't meant for me," I said, "love? " Xowie and Benji said nothing, but I felt them exhale with poignancy. The night was melancholic. The breeze was slow yet decisive in its cold, emphatic waver. Having both of them leaning on my shoulders made me feel less alone in the universe, in the night; unlike the stars above us: beautiful, dim and floating aimlessly by themselves. Benji and Xowie put their hands over me, giving a firm embrace, anchoring me from floating away into the waving darkness. "Never leave me alone," My lips whispered silently.
