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The robins that would caw at Nancy's window every morning, were suddenly gone on a Saturday. With no warning and no promise of return, the echoing of their sweet melodies was all that remained. The trembling notes guided Nancy to her diary hidden in a locked box in her bedside table.
Each action of Nancy’s was deliberate, finding the key from where she had previously tucked in between her mattress and bedframe, using it to unlock the box and pull out the diary.
Its written words brought back memories that she would rather forget. Her looping, neat scrawl filled the pages with occasional quip of a messier scrawl on more recent entries. She ran her fingers over the indentation of the pen, she had rubbed her fingers in the same way over Robin’s body, down her clavicle to her navel, and then lower.
Nothing about that night was planned, none of it was expected, but that was what made it all the more exciting for Nancy, she had hoped it was the same for Robin. Now, Nancy wished more than anything that it was the unexpectedness of it all that caused everything, and not that it was with Robin. But, with hope, as it so often occurs, is nothing but a lie clung to in order to feel better.
With every word read again, more memories and more emotion came back. Robin’s soft moans and soft tongue, how she licked up and down Nancy’s thighs, teasing her and keeping her on the edge and towards the brink, how close Nancy would get but it wasn’t enough, nothing would have ever been enough, not then and especially not now.
Caught up in the past, without any sort of conscious thought, Nancy’s hand drew up to her breast, running it over her nipple in remembrance of that night, each stroke from the pads of her fingers left her gasping as she imagined how Robin did that for her and more. How Robin’s hand found the opening between her lips, first the one on her face and then the one between her legs.
With a gasping breath, Nancy finished reading the last entry dated from exactly a week ago. One week, that’s all that’s been, one week, seven days. In those days so much has changed, Nancy’s first time with a woman beyond a few drunken kisses from truth or dare, the shortest relationship she has ever had beyond being married to Kyle Anders for the entire span of recess in kindergarten. During those days, it was the best Nancy had felt in a long time, but all too quickly it was all gone. Robin’s soft song and sweeter moans, her spiral scrawl and strong fingers were no more and left imprints in Nancy’s mind and her diary.