"Hey, what's up?"
"Nothing much, just chillin'."
"Cool. So, how's your mom?"
"You know, she hurt her-"
"Oh, that! She's okay. She hurts herself all the time, so it's no big deal."
"Ah, that's good. Not that she gets hurt a lot, but that her leg is okay."
"Yeah, didn't she hurt her leg?"
"Yeah, but that was, like, three weeks ago."
"Oh. Then what were you talking about?"
"Her back. She threw is out or something like that."
"Oh, I didn't know, sorry."
"Anyway, how's your girlfriend?"
"She's good. She's at lessons right now, but I'm gonna pick her up later and take her out to dinner."
"Cool. She rides horses, right?"
"I thought she was a horse fanatic."
"No, I think you're getting confused with Chloe."
"But, isn't Chloe your girlfriend?"
"Nah, I broke up with her."
"Like, last month."
"Really? So, who are you picking up later?"
"Oh. So, was she the one who broke her ankle?"
"No, that was Brinda."
The Last Chapter"I miss him."
"I know. Me too."
Silence. A loud sports car roars by, breaking it.
"Will we ever see him again?"
"You sound optimistic."
"I call it optimistic pessimism. Or is it pessimistic optimism?"
"What would you call it, then?"
"Giving up." I reply bluntly.
Another silence follows. Cars roar continuously below us, ignorant of us watching them from the hill above the arching highway. The sky turns a deep red-orange color, turning the ocean into a dazzling array of gems. In the distance, I can hear the waves crashing onto the rocks, adding to the numerous puddles from the night before.
"Do you miss her, too?" His question surprises me; he's never inquired about my sister before.
"Of course I do. Everyday."
He sighs, and says, "That must hurt a lot, especially after thirteen years."
"Yeah. Whenever I think about her, I always get the feeling that something is missing from my life, even after all this time." I pause and think about the last ten years, and