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Sigrid
BIG BRO
omg i saw the leaked clip
are you DATING her??
did you FIGHT someone for her
did you cry Nate?
???
NATHANAEL.
i have SO MANY QUESTIONS
also your hair looked good
ily bye
Nate
You scare the hell out of me. I love you, too.
@GoalieGirl420 on X:
y’all can thirst over Nate Eriksson all you want but don’t forget this manchecked a kid into early retirementlike six months ago lol #shortmemorymuch #hammerheaded
13
MIRROR, MIRROR
Holly
“It was one time. One very specific, very unholy time. The end.”
Holly took the long way ‘home’.
Past the corner store with the mural of Selena that had faded under fifteen years of sun and smog. Across the cracked basketball court where she'd learned to juke boys twice her size. Past the little swing set she used to leap off, wild-haired and barefoot, landing in the dirt like a champion gymnast with scraped knees and something to prove.
The scent of grilled carne asada from someone’s porch mixed with the sharp bite of exhaust. A dog barked three houses down. The neighbors were yelling in two languages. It all felt like background noise to her soul.
Her mother’s house sat under the one streetlight that always flickered like it had stage fright. The screen door still creaked, the front steps still wobbled, and the porch light buzzed like it was muttering secrets. But the moment she stepped inside, she exhaled. Lemon Pine-Sol. Garlic. Cilantro.Home.
“Mija!” her mom called from the kitchen, wearing a threadbare apron that saidKiss the Chefin sequins that had lost their shine. “I made arroz con pollo! Sit! It’s still hot.”
“Mamá, you’re supposed to beresting.”
“I’m resting while stirring! It counts.”
Her mom waved her off with a spoon like a wand. Holly could see the strain in her eyes and the tightness around her smile. The faint shake in her hand, too. But she didn’t say anything. She just took over setting the table and made sure her back was to her mom so her shrewd protector didn’t see the worry flash across her face.
