Heartless. Heartless. Heartless.
You’d never called me that. Never.
But.
I was there for you. I was the one you trusted.
But.
I knew you.
“You can’t know me.”
I did.
“You know one me. Just like I know one you. But you can’t know every me, Evan. And I can’t know every you.”
I didn’t want this to be coming back. I didn’t want to be having these conversations in my head.
“It’s not a conversation. You’re the only one here.”
I wanted to find the spot on the train tracks. I was walking along the train tracks. Looking for that spot.
“Fill your head with the right pictures of me. Fill your head with the ones you’d hang on a wall.”
Every now and then, a train would go by. But not too often. It wasn’t rush hour yet.
“I’m still here. I’m just unreachable.”
“Stop!” I yelled. “Just stop it!”
I knew Jack was right, but I also knew it didn’t matter.
I had to see it through to the end. Because the end could be better. It couldn’t be worse than this.