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“That’s all,” I tell her. It feels like a Justin thing to say.
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, you will.”
“Thanks again for today. No matter what trouble we get
into tomorrow for it, it was worth it.”
“Yeah.”
“I love you,” she says.
And I want to say it. I want to say I love you, too. Right
now, right at this moment, every part of me would mean it. But
that will only last for a couple more hours.
“Sleep well,” I tell her. Then I hang up.
There’s a notebook on his desk.
Remember that you love Rhiannon, I write in his handwriting.
I doubt he’ll remember writing it.
I go onto his computer. I open up my own email account, then
type out her name, her phone number, her email address, as
well as Justin’s email and password. I write about the day. And
I send it to myself.
As soon as I’m through, I clear Justin’s history.
This is hard for me.
I have gotten so used to what I am, and how my life works.
I never want to stay. I’m always ready to leave.
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