TITLE: Love Should End With Hope
GENRE: women's fiction
I met Aaron when was barely a freshman at The University of Texas. I was meandering through the stacks of the massive campus library -- at least that's what I hoped it looked like. I was actually lost. Again. He was sitting at one of the tables against the wall and reading from a thick text book. I bumped into his chair. My arms were full of books and folders and notes and a few
loose papers fell into his lap.
“Sorry,” I whispered, embarrassed.
He handed me my notes without looking up. “You're lost.”
I shifted the books in my arms and took the papers. “No I'm not,” I lied. “I'm just… on my way… out.”
“You shouldn't walk outside like that.” His voice was too loud for the library.
“You should never walk out onto a dark street with your hands full, especially if you're alone. That's dangerous. They look for things like that.”
I stood there and gawked at him. “I just live across the street. Besides, how do you know what they are looking for unless you are one of them?”
Our short exchange did nothing to take his focus off the book. “Well, if I were one of them, then I wouldn't be telling you any of our secrets. Would I?”
I waited for a few seconds and listened to the jackass-o-meter that was going off in my head.