9-7-5-3-1

I stared at her with intense rage, angry for treating me like a child, angry for leaving me towel-less, and most of all that she had disobeyed the universal laws that dictate that when counting back from 10, you must go to zero and then stop.

I stared, angry about how she had treated me.

I stared, angered by her poor treatment.

I stared angrily at her.

I stared angrily.

Angry.

I can’t understand by what processes, but somehow this made everything she had done instants before alright.

This simple, meaningless gesture made me instantly forgive her.

At this gesture, I instantly forgave her.

With this, I forgave her.

I forgave her.

Forgiveness.

We flapped around with the towels for another 15 or 20 minutes before I got bored and decided I was ready to face the cold, and she acquiesced when I reminded her of the cookies we were going to make.

Once we bored of playing, we left the pool.

We bored of playing, so we stopped.

We got out of the pool.

We exited it.

Gone.