Probably some Shakespearean shit, eh?
Carter
Eh?
I pick up the succulent and peel the note off. My name is written on the front, and on the inside is a messy poem with a lot of crossing out—clearly written by Carter.
While you’re readingShakespeareHatchet
I wieldeda ratchet
Yet wewere in sinksync
Until I didn’t think.
I love you now more than
Than ever before
Though I was bad
And I made you sad
So take this sucuplant
Don’t say you cant
Here’s a poem too
I wrote it for you.
PS: I love you Spitfire. You’re amazing. If you still maybe want that first message, I can still send it to you. Just send me a text that says “Carter, you’re the sexiest poet I know.”
I read through it far too many times, dashing my hand under my eyes for reasons. It’s such a simple thing. Such a small, silly thing to give, to do. But it’s a window into the relationship we used to have. The things he would do for me. I sniff and carefully fold the paper and tuck it into my pocket. I’m keeping this. My phone goes off again, Carter’s message tone.
Carter
I can do better.
I don’t know. He did it exactly right.
Me
Sorry, I was reading it. The meeting was crap. They don’t seem to want to include my documentation. Apparently it’s suspect considering it just happens to be against the person who accused me first. I don’t get to know anything about what’s happening with Taylor. I’m just reallystressed right now.
Carter Calling -
Call Ignored -
I go to the voicemail and watch as the transcript of his message scrolls over the screen.
Becky. No matter what happens today, or even what happens tomorrow. Please remember that you are not only an incredible teacher, but also an incredible person. The love you put into your job is recognized by others, I promise. The county would never be stupid enough to lose someone like you. Not like I was. Please don’t let the red tape get you down. I love you. Call me if you need a boost.
Me
Thank you.
Carter
