Epilogue
It felt like we had lost the version of us that knew how to be happy
Febraury, 2024
He asked if I’d locked the car doors. I said yes-foolishly, confidently- but what he didn’t know was that i was high out of my mind, in the backseat detached from everything but the hum in my head. Too far gone to care, let alone check.
Then it happened, in the dead silence of the pitch black parking lot, a shadow moved, a blinding light. Everything shattered.
A glint of steel. A strangled gasp. The knife lodged in his neck before i even registered the movement.
Everything went silent expect for the wet sound of blood and the thud of his body collapsing.
Blood everywhere,panic in every breath.
We didn’t scream. We ran. The engine roared as we sped towards the highway. No headlights behind us. No questions asked. Just silence, our pounding hearts and the dull throb of survival.
We drove away from the body, the blood, the truth, but the thing about loose ends-they don’t stay buried. Not forever. And someone out there knows.
