He was always holding her hand and stealing kisses by her locker. I barely spoke to him; I imagined that he barely knew who I was. Then, on our last day of high school, he wrote a funny and surprising goodbye message in my diary. Some of it said: “My only dream come true, I won’t survive without your gleaming eyes. I suppose you’ll have your hands full trying to fight off all those guys. Lots of love from Marc xxxxxxxxxx.” I never saw him after that. He was 24 when he rode his motorcycle for the very last time.
Mara Blazic lives in Australia. Some of her non-fiction and fiction has been published in Five Minutes, Bath Short Story Award Anthology, and Mamamia.