The Chronicles of Us

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All I could do
was cradle
her
in my arms.
She continued
to sob
incessantly,
chanting
"I'm crazy, oh my God, I'm crazy," repetitively.
I just
held her.
Occasionally,
I'd
whisper
in her ear,
"No you're not,"
but she'd
just keep
crying.
Eventually,
(about an hour and a half later)
she stopped.
She sniffled
and
laid her head
on my chest.
We were on
her
bedroom floor.
"I'm so sorry, Hayes---I'm so sorry you're dead."
"Don't be."
She looked
at me.
"Don't you wish you were alive? That you could go to school? That you could grow up?"
There were
tears
staining her face.
"I wish that so much."
I said,
pushing
her hair
behind
her ear.
"But if things were different, we'd never be able to be together."
She sighed
and
fit herself
to my side.
We were
like a puzzle
with all
of the
right pieces.
It
was
like
we
were
made
to
be
together.