She lives in technicolor in your mind; the only person you see in any room and that scares you. Terrifies you because you’ve seen this before, you watched it dissolve in front of your eyes. You saw the crash and soon after, the fallout. It killed you to watch your mother sob on the floor over his memory, especially because he didn’t deserve it. No one ever does really, not the self-deprecating desperate tears of a woman wronged who can’t stop fucking crying over the shithead who ruined her.

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