She’s not coming back, he said.
No, she’s not. I don’t think she was ever there to begin with. She built her castle and she hid behind it, where no one could reach her. So when she woke up, she cried. She didn’t want to wake up.
I don’t blame her.
I should start living.
No, I thought. You don’t want that. It’s overrated. I live every single day and I have yet to find one that was worth it.
Get busy living or get busy dying, I guess.
Either way, you’re busy.
What happens, then, when your biggest regret for the day was stepping away from a car that was about to run you over? You’ve stopped living, but your attempts to die have failed.
At least you’re busy.
What’s wrong? he asked.
Nothing, I thought. Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine.
What was it?
A word. A cut. Another word. Another cut.
When will you leave and where will you go?
Tomorrow. I don’t know where I’m going, but it’s going. I doubt anyone will miss me, but I give you what’s left of my love and leave you here. Because morning is when the day ends. And maybe I’ll find what I’m looking for when it does.
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