I was
crying.
Not for me.
For Amy.
She was starting to hope again.
She looked so terrified when I was ripped from her.
Not for me.
For Amy.
She was starting to hope again.
She looked so terrified when I was ripped from her.
Watching her death.
Holding her broken body.
It should have broken me.
But it only made me angry.
What had we done?
What made us stand out?
I ask the Unknown Sender.
Because I chose you.
Thanks.
I throw my phone at the wall.
Now there's a hole.
That'll come out of my deposit.
I start laughing at that.
As if I'll live long enough to move out.
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