She thinks she’ll stay, for a minute, maybe two.  This last decision, the one that found her here again, in arms she knows so well, was rash.  But then again, she’d been thinking about it forever.  Thinking about this, about this body, this warmth, this softness every single second since she left.

Another minute won’t hurt.  How much more damage could she cause?  This wasn’t forever after all.  Who finds forever at 17?

It’s foolish really.  She knows it.  Because she foolishly believed in forever.  Believed that this could be forever.  Here, in these arms.  But it wasn’t.  How could it be?

Still, one more minute won’t make any difference.  After everything else.  After last night.  After this morning.  One more minute wrapped up in a lie that she never told is nothing.  Last night was closure.  This morning, goodbye.

Just one more minute.  Wrapped up in a lie that she believed.  A lie she still wants to believe.  But no one finds forever at 17.  And after all the lies she’s swallowed, she understands that now.  Knows that this girl beside her isn’t forever, and she never promised to be. 

Actually, thinking about it now, Spencer can’t recall a single promise that she made.

After all, no one finds forever at 17.