Amely Pope lost her boyfriend to suicide and now she's desperate, so when a strange lady with a pill offers her the chance to restart their relationship she doesn't flinch before accepting.
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Tonight was the first night I had the energy to leave my apartment,my apartment because now it wasn't ours. This was another thing I'd have to get used to. Things were mine now, not ours. He was past tense: he liked, he did, he was.
At first, I couldn't sleep; well I could but I didn't want to. I spent all hours of the night reading our old messages, pretending they were happening in real time. It was what I did when I missed him— the type of miss you can't handle. But they only made me miss him more, so I stopped rereading them. That's when I started sleeping instead because that was the only time I wasn't in pain.
I even missed him in my dreams. They were livid; there he was right in front of me. His smile and dark messy hair. Even things he knew I hated that he did I started to love. That's what missing someone does; you miss them so much you even miss fighting with them. Disliking something they did— because at least then it was something. Nothing was all I had now.
I guess that's what brought me to this moment, this pill.
"What do you want for it?"
The lady in front of me looked like she was thinking, the lines on her forehead deepening. She didn't look like someone I should be trusting. She looked rundown, tired but not just physically. Her demeanor was impatient.
"I guess nothing," was all she said. "Do you want it or not?"
I looked down again at the blue pill in my palm. I rolled it around, finally closing my fist around it. What she said was bullshit; she was just some old pyscho claiming the impossible. If I took this, it would probably kill me— I'd probably melt right in front of her.
It only took a second for me to make my final decision. This pill could hurt me—but being without him hurt so much more.
"Okay," I said, and I downed it right in front of her. Looking for a reaction, as if her sinister smile might give away the inevitable. But she didn't smile; she didn't say a word.
