BRINKS
Months bled into months until the madness finally fucking won. Elle’s ghost squatted in every corner of my skull, smiling sideways, blood on her teeth, that profile... I was one bad night from swallowing a bullet just to shut the bitch up.
Light. Fire. Distraction.
Every room Rafael Goldman breathes in has to burn or glow. If it doesn’t, I flick the French lighter
Heavy Dupont, gold worn soft by my thumb. Every click of it, for my sanity. and watch the flame eat the dark.
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