a final look. a final gasp of air and then nothing.
the silence is deafening at 3 am when she is awoken to the phone call.
the muffled sound of crying from 3000 miles away.
the empty feeling in her stomach.
the dead tear sockets that wouldn't fill up.
she sits up. she stares in the darkness.
she thinks, this is all a dream. these months are a dream.
the closed door of the other room where her best friend softly slumbers looks inviting.
she lays back down. only now realizing that she's been gripping her phone so hard she will surely have a bruise.
she gasps for air that won't come.
closes her eyes. and sleeps.
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