Marlena by Julie Buntin

"Drink to being a girl. Drink to how every day, we had less time left. Drink to only being each age once. Drink to her hair in the sunlight, in snow, in the parking lot of Walmart in the minutes between twilight and dark just after the lamps switch on, her hair underground, below the lake's surface when you open your eyes and it swirls between you so you can't quite see her grinning, bubbles escaping from her mouth. Drink to powder. Drink to a face in the rearview window, the way the room's smell changes when he comes in, the tear in her voice when she whispers, I'm not afraid. Drink to condoms."