"You've finally made it," a third bird chirped. "I thought you were dragging this out, scared shitless."
"Shut up," I said.
It took some time to get here and there were a lot of wrong turns, but eventually I got here. The final chapter to this story.
It was a graveyard, filled with rows up on rows of gravestones spanning several directions. Many of the names looked familiar, but I'll focus on that another time.
Right now, I was in front of a gravestone with an empty grave. A heap of dirt was next to it, but no casket or body.
Here lies ******* —or, rather, here lies the memory of her.
That's all it is, really.
I finally remembered. It all came back to me, painting a picture more vivid than any person was capable of. It was surreal, but also euphoric.
And painful.
Mostly painful.
I went back to the car to retrieve the her corpse. Her skin made a squishy sound, but I didn't recoil in disgust—in fact, I still felt undisturbed by most of what was happening.
It was almost like I was operating on autopilot at the moment, but my mind was clearer and more conscious than ever. What was this feeling?
As I laid these memories to rest, I felt the weight fall off me and into the ground.
"I'm sorry for everything. Before and after," I said.
I wrote my name on a loose page, threw it into the ground and began shoveling. This was the last thing inside of my control, so I did my best as I filled the grave.
There, I'm done.
I'm fucking done.
Whatever happens after this is beyond my control.
And for once, even at my worst, I'm fine with that.
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A.M.W.
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