The Domino Affect

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Rory left us the next day to marry her soulmate. 

Celia, Sawyer and I lived together in a house not far from my company. Celia stayed home and cooked for Sawyer and I while Sawyer went to physical therapy. 

I slowed my drinking, but the affects of my addiction became crystal clear when I opened the mail. Alcohol increases your chance of contracting liver cancer. All of my meals came with a side of prescription drugs and my hair littered floors of the house. 

Pieces of dry wall were embedded in my knuckles after a fit of rage. Nothing was working. 

I think Celia pitied me. She gave me the same sad look every time I took my pills. I had enough. I left the house last night and ventured to Nova's old apartment. I used my spare key to open her door. 

I felt like I had been taken back in time. Nova's few pairs of shoes were in rainbow order against the wall. Her favorite pens were placed horizontally on her desk. Her trash can was filled with pieces of crumpled up paper. 

I hesitantly opened the closet door and flipped the light switch. Layers of messy blankets and pillows covered the floor. The small TV was still paused in the middle of Mulan, the last movie we never finished. Polaroid pictures covered the walls each with my own face staring back at me. Nova's face appeared at my shoulder in each picture. 

I sat down in my usual corner and took out a piece of paper and a pen. I wrote. I wrote everything that had happened since Nova began taking on too much work. The last two years inscribed onto paper. 

I know that my time is short. My doctor said that it would be a miracle if I woke up again, and as you've seen I'm not known for my good luck. 

My name means life, and when I was a kid I bragged about how I would live a longer life than whoever I was bragging to. I now realize that my name does not mean I will like a long life, but I will live a life. I have lived a full life, one with tragedy and happiness. I've lived with good friends with good intentions. I lived a life filled with mistakes. I have but one regret. Nova, I'm sorry I didn't look after you well enough. 

Thank you for reading my last letter. I'm not sure when this will be found, but I do hope that when it is, it is in the hands of Sawyer and Celia. 

Nova's until the end,

Eve Knox.