Four days later, I meet his aunt at his apartment on the edge of town.
I wander through the apartment. Try to remember the time I spent here. I can barely. I turn lights on. The kitchen. The living room. His bedroom. Grey. Everything looks the same. You wouldn't think a dead man lives here.
His aunt is standing in his kitchen. I tell her "You can have it all."
"What?"
"I want you to have Niko's stuff."
"Thank you."
"It should belong to you. And your family."
"I do appreciate that, Sadie. I really do."
I nod. "Can I have the cloth map?"
"Of course. Anything. Take anything you want."
"That's all."
She pauses. I see hesitation written on her face. "What about his ashes?"
"I'm going to keep those too."
She nods "He didn't leave a lot behind."
"No he didn't."
I leave the apartment without a reply. I'm afraid of small talk now. And pale conversations.
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Indigo
Short StorySadie and Nikolas find themselves entangled in a haunting past. Their story is one of heartache and regret, and can't be told without regression. Looking forward begins to mean looking back. And looking inside of one's self means looking at the oth...
