On the Existence of the Moon

I spent three years in an online relationship with Oscar, supporting him through his darkest days. But our first meeting marked the end of that “beautiful” memory. He was, quite simply, an accomplice in my bullying. When the truth surfaced, he subjected himself to the same treatment he’d once inflicted on me, hoping for my forgiveness. But forgiveness is a rare commodity in this cruel world. Wrong is wrong, just as the dead cannot be resurrected… ***** I was messaging Oscar, pinned at the top of my WeChat contacts, when his underlings cornered me. The setting sun streamed into the classroom, illuminating the face of the man sitting behind them. His expression was glacial. My message read: “Busy today, will be online later.” I pressed send. A second later, Oscar’s phone chimed. He