She was a leaver, in every possible way. She would leave her books in class, she would leave chores undone, and she would leave little notes around my room. She would always leave good impressions, things to the imagination, and on time. But most importantly, she would always leave me. She would leave me so often that she eventually left.
One theme in this story is how our habits define us. I’m also playing around a little bit with the idea of typecasting people according to a single trait. Are people really this simple and easily understood?