Day 92
“DOES IT HURT?”
I shake my head because it doesn’t. My skin is numb. So is my mind.
Weeks have passed, but it still feels like yesterday when my world changed forever. I can still hear his voice and see those chartreuse eyes. But as dusk sets upon me, night after night, a small piece of his memory is lost to the wind.
“We’re almost done.”
I wish I could make conversation, but I can’t. It hurts to speak because with words comes questions, questions I don’t want to face. I just want to live in the darkness because I once felt safe here. But I have lost that feeling as I will never be safe again.
“It looks awesome. Take a look.” The man passes me a mirror, but I wave him off. I don’t need to see it. That’s not the reason I got it.
I jump up from the table, paying in cash b
