He picks up on the first
ring.
“I thought you
were…”
I’m not.
“But the video, the
list…”
I don’t know what
happened.
“I’m coming over.”
I can’t wait.
When you have no control
over your life, when the next moment you can be killed, you feel quickly, you
feel hard. You fall hard. I fell hard.
As much as I loved him,
as much as I cherished every moment with him, our love somehow felt like a
cruel joke.
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