ello, jello

We walked back to my car after the movie just now, just like we did at the very beginning. Except- the theatre is struggling. Neither of us work there anymore. We’re both leaving.

Our ex-manager asked us to stay for a sec after the movie. She said she was leaving, too, and wanted to catch up before saying goodbye. She can’t make it anymore with just the sporadic theatre hours. The three of us stood in the dimly-lit hallway of our old theatre and I realized then that everything was because of her. It’s funny that I thought that she hated me after my interview. What she’d actually done was go directly to the owner and ask for me to be scheduled on her shifts. If it hadn’t been for that ex-manager, Smiley and I would’ve never met the way we did. I would’ve never fallen and hurt and loved and cried and laughed and lived the way I have with her these past 9 months. I wouldn’t have stayed for as long as I did. The ex-manager kicked us out with a smirk, and a see you later. I’ll miss her.

Smiley is leaving first. I’m leaving second. She gripped me tight when I dropped her off. You have no idea how much I’m going to miss you, she said, utterly broken. I was already crying. I’m crying now. But it all must continue. Onwards and forwards. Here we go, into the unknown. Together but separate.