Relationships.

She had watched her mom bounce from one to the next all throughout her childhood. Georgia Miller saw relationships as more of a way to get what she wanted.

’Love is a lie. Don’t be fooled Peach. If he loves you, he’ll stay.’

Ginny wasn’t interested in relationships. They were a waste of time, in her eyes. After moving from town to town, county to county, city to city, she didn’t find a reason to keep in contact. She had learned to not care about any possible friendships; she would be gone in the night before they could develop.

But Wellsbury was different. As much as she wanted to tell herself that it would be the exact same as her past, she couldn’t. No more running away.

And then she became friends with you, and everything changed.

You were her inspiration. She wrote poetry about you. She started playing piano more. She looked for any and every way to bond with you.

So, as she sits beside you, just before her dumb, racist AP English class, she locks her eyes with yours.

“Would you want to get coffee at Blue Farm sometime? I mean— it doesn’t have to mean anything. Unless you want it to.”