My Used-to-Be Favorite Jeans

 “I … I love him.” Holly told them. She started ripping the wires from around her and Bernard watched, still looking helpless. When she was free from the meds, she left the three in the room, heading off to her own.

Where she belonged. With Trey.

Once inside, Holly found Trey digging through her drawers. “What are you looking for?” she asked but he didn’t reply.

He kept digging until he found a pair of old jeans.

“No, no. No!” Holly pressed her fingers to her forehead and walked toward him. “Put those back right now!”

“Are these … those jeans?” Trey asked her and she closed her eyes as he looked over them.

The End

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