"I'll be back" "Just hang out here for five minutes" Laughter and whispers as she glides away.
One call not answered. Five calls not picked up. Nine worried voicemails. None returned. No reassuring texts sent back. Panic.
May 25th, 2019
Today's three years. Three years since you went missing. I know, I've stopped writing. It's not because I don't miss you. I do, I just find myself thinking of you less and less in the past year or so. Maybe I'm a terrible person but I'm happy. I'm happy that I don't think about you when I wake up, or when I eat lunch, or before I fall asleep. The pills keep you from my dreams, mostly because when I take them I don't dream at all. People don't talk about you anymore. I'd say it's like you were never here but that's a lie, your presence has scarred everyone who was ever close to you. Where are you? Where are you. Wherever it is, you're gone. Dead? No one knows. No one knows because there has been no body found. So where are YOU? I need you.
Something happened to me, I'm different now. Stronger, faster, wilder, and so trapped. So, so trapped.
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