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 25

i will remember her:

with her skin slithering over her muscles, not at home in her own body, her OCD kicking in as we sat on the couch and i had no idea her blood felt like boiling. everything was tainted to her; she could not touch nor be touched. the television droned on, noise to the noise behind her wide open eyes. in time she slept, curled against me; in time we laid there, and on the television Titus joked, ‘crazy makes you crazy.’