epilogue:

 

and she'd said, 'don't you forget about me.' i keep my promises.

this is the after-story
of (ellipsis).

out of the confusion, consequence. she chose another path. so now, now i need a place to put all the memories she asked me to make.

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August 21

i will remember her:

crying in the bathroom of Bourbon Street one of our earlier times uptown. she was saying things that made me ache, like she deserved to be cheated on, deserved what she got, and how could i understand? nothing gold can stay. relationships break, people break. she’d been marked by pain, scarred starry eyes. divorce, death, they’d laid claim before i could, so i kissed her and let her go back to our table.