Hello all. This is the start of my serial novel. I would like everyone to know I have no idea what I'm going to write about, no plot, no characters, nothing is decided. It's gonna get wild here as I scramble to piece together something coherent. Honestly "one five three" is my target weight for summer and I have it on sticky notes across my apartment. Felt like it was a good title. No promises that it's a good story, though.
One Five Three
Chapter One
It didn't make any sense. We were meant to be together. That's just a fact. Carly and I had been together since freshman year of high school. Nine years later and it was over.
I held two rings in my hand, one she had given back to me and one I never got to give to her. The cold metal cooled my entire body from boiling over into rage. I was stunned and my motor skills were just gone. I still murmured the words she whispered into my ear as she left for good.
"One Five Three.... One Five Three" I was sure those would be the words on gravestone because nothing in my mind would register besides that. I sat quiet for another month or a couple minutes. I didn't fucking know and time didn't fucking matter. She left me.
Carly had left before, relationships between kids especially have their ups and downs. But this time was different. She left with a calm demeanor (and three cryptic numbers), and I let her go in silence.
Her perfume lingered and I wallowed in the scent of cherry blossoms (or at least the manufactured replica of cherry blossoms). That smell had owned me for the last nine years. There's not a pleasant memory in my mind that isn't triggered by that scent.
In tandem with her sweet scent, Carly had ruled my world. She would ask and I would do. Sometimes she wouldn't ask and I would still be expected to do. Her dirty blond hair reminded me of the sunrise on a foggy day, just little dull beams of light softly waking me on an autumn day. Her face was a little plump but centered on pale blue eyes and a nose that would stand out anywhere. She was pretty enough, but her soul was the most beautiful thing that entered this world and I'm afraid that I let it die out.
Enough poetry for now. SOMETHING was up. One Five Three had to mean something. Carly wouldn't just leave like that. Well, she SHOULD have just left me like that years ago, but she didn't. Now was not the time to just peace out like it was a two week fling that was primarily spent in between the sheets. Even if it was just a two week fling, this girl would have had me hooked. Her soul was an Opioid after a long day of hard labor. That metaphor was fucked up, but so is everything else.
I hopped into my 2006 gray Honda civic, which I couldn't help but notice my license plate A80 T153. These numbers ARE going to kill me. But they have to be something. I have to be something. I can't live my life thinking I'm just a part of Carly's. I am the protagonist after all.
I started the trek up 90 back home. Carly probably got a good head start time wise, but I felt like I could throw a rock and hit her beamer. That's how bad the highway was, a dead stop. Coincidentally, my life felt the same way, a dead stop with a bunch of pent up anger. Everything broken, especially highways, felt like a part of me. But at least I felt like something now.
