Sometimes a Girl has to Run.

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Sometimes a Girl has to Run. 

Michelle Samson packed up her belongings into 1989 Chevy S-10 the night before her wedding. The only things she left behind were a white wedding dress and a note on the fridge for her sister Julie to find in the morning or when she went to the fridge for something to drink in the middle of the night.

Julie called it a night early and was fast asleep in her room. Lucky for Michelle, Julie was a deep sleeper.

Michelle read the note one more time to make sure it said everything she couldn't say to her fiance or sister in person. She stuck the note back on the fridge with the magnet her and Julie got on their trip to Las Vegas. She switched the light off in the kitchen and went out the apartment door and locked it behind her. She hadn't been in the hallway for more than ten seconds before James, her neighbor down the hall, cracked his door open.

"Cold feet?" He looked at the back of her and waited for a response.

She stared down the hall for a few seconds, hoping that he would go back in his apartment if she didn't answer him.

"Well?" He shut the door for a moment to undo the chain and then propped his door open a little further.

"Something like that." She turned towards him and leaned against the wall.

"Come in for a drink?"

"I don't think so. I should get moving." Some hair fell into her eyes and she pushed it back behind her ear with her left hand.

"Don't you think he'll want that back?"

"What are you talking about?"

"That giant diamond on your finger." James pointed at the ring she had on. It was perfect, a ring any girl would dream of. "He might want it back."

"Oh, I guess. I didn't even think, but, I should go." She rubbed her forearm with her hand and started to turn and continue down the hallway.

"Want to talk about it?"

Michelle turned back towards him and stared him in the eyes for a few moments.  "What do you keep your bar stocked with?"

"A little of everything."