Throughout the elaborate meal, Jarel kept his eyes focused on Ivy and her disinterested attitude; sweet yams stirred upon her plate in a whimsical manner. Maybe it was the hard cider talking, but she suddenly seemed different. The way her tawny eyes played upon the room; a doe wanting to spring from its tumultuous environment.
Her nose would twinkle when she worried too much he often noticed. She talked incessantly on the next most important matter of the day and her smile would come to life. Jarel felt a sudden rush of adrenaline yet, at the same moment, extremely weak. His stomach started to flutter. She was constantly bothering him with incumbent matters at school; whether capturing frogs for a school project, involving him in a tackle football game, or a dive off the rock slides at Tamborry Quarry. (A jump into the pond far below nearly killed him once.) Madness she brought him! Yet, she was always his most trusted friend; one that eroded the tragic event from his childhood. Looking at her across the dining table, as the guests carried on in their joyful conversations around them, he felt as if he just lost Ivy forever.
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