Her

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Nothing hurts anymore.

Everything is fuzzy, like a tennis ball stuck to my face.

I miss tennis. I miss soccer. Can we do some of that?

I'M COMING

I told you I would never leave you. I kept that promise.

I'M WAITING

But you, you left me. How could you leave me? After everything

I'VE CAUSED.

You've done.

Ah, well. We have spats, I know. People fall out, things get thrown, a few innocents get killed.

It happens.

Brace yourself.

I'M GETTING CLOSER

I can feel. I am aware. I am nearly there.

LET ME OUT!

I've sat in here as a coat gathering dust. You can't sew me back together and expect me to fit like a glove.

See? Now all my metaphors and similes are muddled. That's your fault.

It doesn't matter now. Nothing else matters.

It's too late.

I'M HERE.

I'M HERE.

I'M HERE.

HELLO.


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