Too Good For You — The Metal Box of Memories

I pulled my hand. free. My flight leaves at six the morning after tomorrow. She froze. Something flashed through those beautiful eyes. It disappeared too quickly for me to tell what it was. Then she Then I'll come see you off. You don't have to. I do. You're my best friend. My best friend. As she

said those words, I remembered her calling me fatty in front of a client three months ago. I remembered the video of her imitating me tugging at my clothes being shared more than 200 times. And I remembered Luke laughing harder than anyone. Whatever, I said. She happily her arms around me. Sarah, don't forget me once you get there, okay? I said nothing. As she let

go, my phone buzzed. A message from Luke. I don't agree. I looked at it for two seconds. turned off my phone. After Sophie left, I kept packing. At the very back of a drawer, I found a metal box filled with little things I had collected over the past eight years. A card Luke gave me during our sophomore year of high school. Happy birthday, Sarah. Hope you get

braver every year. A friendship bracelet Sophie had made. Red cord with a tiny bead. The day she made it she tried to slip it over my wrist it dug into my skin leaving a red mark she gasped oops too tight i'll make you another one after you lose some weight so it stayed in that box eight years there were photos too pictures of the three of us i was always on the edge

unconsciously turning my body sideways because i was afraid i took up too much space and somehow