My Dear Dakota

Two/Six

She returned to me.

She brought back the book I had showed her a week later, and the sparkle was back in her eyes. I gave her a smile, she gave me one back, and I watched as she dropped off the novel. The dark circles had lightened, and she no longer hid her arms from me. The bruises were gone, but in place of them were three little lines on the left wrist. They looked fresh, something that had happened over night.

"Did you enjoy your book?" I questioned, leaning over the counter, my hands wresting on top of the wooden counter.

"Yes, it was my favorite book I've ever read... Rachel, you're really smart," Dakota had said, wrapping her arms around her tiny waist.

"You can keep it," I said quick, shoving the thick book back to her. "We have three other copies of it, but that version is my favorite because it's the oldest and original." I watched as her hands picked it up.

"Holy shit... That's so nice," she said.

"Want more?" I shot back at her, walking over toward the Young Adult section. "What are you in the mood for?"

"I really want something about finding yourself and happiness.." Was all she said.

I fell in love.