A month after the accident when I called Anita, I was helplessly missing her. But when she came, I wanted to run away.
Ghosts had crashed within me, like a dream falling off a cliff. I winked at her: her body no longer an option, the eyes no longer lost, the face taut with concern. I heard her decisions and cursed myself for the tears. Then laughed, hahaha.
She was the winner. I was the fool. It seemed methodical. I, she, the life we dreamt, the God, and now this death. Life folds in just one word.
Damn!
F***!
ZZZZZ….
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