flashback
As I fade into oblivion, she fades into ablivion, zblivion, eblivion, the blivion.
Pluto wasn't always Pluto. Her parents named her Earth in the beginning. Back in the 70's, it wasn't very peculiar. It was complimentary to be a planet, and Earth was a lively one on the tip of everybody's tongue from the start. That's when her parents fell in love with the world.
17 years later, though, that's when I did.
Pluto had the darkest hair you've ever seen, cut into a bob that didn't even touch her shoulders. She always went for shock value, always, even after her mom had died. That was the day she climbed up to the roof of the school. I tried to coax her down for hours, me & her, we were something back then. I promised her the world, which should have worked, but she was already the world. She heard one word from Jane's lips, one word, and ran into her arms. Pluto was already dead by then. To me, anyway. I watched her lifeless body walk the halls for months.
Jane didn't mean it. Jane was a flutter of a person. Fluttering here, fluttering there, and you would get caught up in it if you didn't have cement for feet. I did, Pluto didn't. But Pluto was the one turning the air red, Pluto was toxic. They were both dead eventually. Both corpse brides with blooming cheeks and cracked ribs & caskets for beds.
