9/11 Short Stories

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It rained all day, slowly creating masterpieces on the windows that quickly faded. Hannah felt like she lived in an art museum when she looked outside toward the usually bustling streets of Los Angeles to find only a few brave souls who dared to venture from their dry homes, their mouths open in disgust at the weather they had to know their precious city needed so badly. She was sure she could do this for eternity; just sit and watch the little droplets. Everything she needed to do, like pack for VidCon, could wait. It was raining in LA for some reason, and if she could watch history in the making, she would. Maybe this was the start of a drought-ending stretch of rainfall? Probably not, but one could dream. Every once in awhile there’d be …show more content…

There were soon hands tangled in blonde hair and the moment could only be described as happening; like the moment before a car crash happens or the second after that car crash. You lose your breath in the moment and you forget you’re alive and it all just takes a bit to collect in your mind. And Ingrid’s hands in her hair, to Hannah, feels like the loudest silence she could ever experience and the heartbeat right against the side of her temple is muffled like when you put a hand over a speaker, and you can feel the sound radiating over your entire body and it’s loud and quiet and filling at the same time and Hannah almost doesn’t realize she’s fallen asleep to the sound of nothing until thunder crackles in the distance and has to cuddle around Ingrid in her groggy half-awake state to stay safe from the weather …show more content…

Hannah knows how to speak better than she does, so when Hannah describes what they have it all is much more logical. Ingrid can’t feel it all, can’t feel this relationship, can’t be a part of it, when she has to live it, too. Hannah can make it rational when she explains it using the morning or an unfinished book or a car in the night. She can explain any feeling and draw pictures with her words and when she’s done she signs it with a kiss, and explain it all again with her actions, and this time Ingrid can feel the meanings beyond the words and the pictures. A meaning you had to be there

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