I didn't go visit her today. I haven't in a few days, actually. It just makes me sad and angry. At myself, for not saving her. At her, for getting hurt in the first place. At the hospital, for not doing what I couldn't. Didn't.
At the police, for not trying harder to figure out who she was.
So I went to school. I wiped tables and made change. I listened to lectures and hit the books. And I fell asleep.
And I didn't go visit.
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60 Days of Salt and Sand
Short StoryBeing published September 10th! "She wasn't floating when I found her. She wasn't exactly sinking, either... Just still. Deadly still. At least, I thought she was dead. But then I felt a pulse. And that was enough to get me to fight for her.'
