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“Why?” You ask him. “Because you’re supposed to move on.” he says. You think it’s unfair. That’s it’s unfair that you’re expected to move on from the death of them.
So, this is all you say in reply, and nothing else. He looks at you with an expression you can’t read. “Alright.”
It’s now, you realize, you should’ve taken his words to heart. Maybe this wouldn’t hurt so much then. He’s changed, you realize. He’s changed because he wants you in pain. Better yet, dead. You think you’d rather be. It’d make everyone happy, especially him. You always wanted him to be happy, after all.
It’s only when you pass out that you hear him. Your name, you think. It’s something no one’s used in a long time. It’s nice to hear him say it. You feel vigorous shaking. “Phyllis, Phyllis!” he’s yelling. You don’t like it, so you think to tell him this. You try to, and you taste iron spilling from your lips after that. Don’t do that again. “Hold on, we’ll get you a-“ You don’t catch the rest of it. You think you’d want to join them.
The next time you wake up, you’re in a box. It’s dark, you think, and it’s freezing. You can’t feel your limbs. You can’t feel much of anything. Soft music filters through your container? box? You’re not sure. It’s not worth the energy figuring out.