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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September 23

i will remember her:

with her short, short hair, her badge of pride when i met her. she’d shaved it all off for charity in honour of her late brother. raised a lot of money for St. Baldrick’s, the only girl to shear her long locks that chilly spring day in front of the cafe. i hadn’t known her, hadn’t seen it, but i would have loved to be there; i swore that this time around, i’d do it too. i’m as mad now as we were then that her friend forgot to tell us when.