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"Don't mind me, I'm just trying to blind myself by poking my eyes out!" Beverly continued, "I'd like to make a wish now." "Go ahead."

I wanted this episode to be the one thing that would wipe me off the face of this earth. So I waited. I let the episode do its job, I waited for the very last moment. Minutes passed but it never came, but I stayed still Even after it wore off, I stayed still, waiting for it to come again, waiting patiently for it to happen again. But it still didn’t happen. I groan loudly in frustration and yell across the room. At this point thankful for the soundproof doors of the conference room. She took everything away from me. She just ruined my life. I was about to lose a whole lot of money.

Stupid flowers don't even why I bothered. Damn…this isn't good

You got this! to be continued

Just us. *Waiting.*

Adrian~ I look at the photograph for a long time. It comes without warning. Not through the layers. Not with the filing system catching it first. A Sunday afternoon. The gate at the end of the drive, and her on the step watching it. Not with a book. Not with anything. Just watching, with the specific patience of someone who has made a decision and is giving the world time to execute it. Her elbows on her knees. Her good dress already creased at the back from sitting. The buttons on her jacket done up wrong — second button in the first hole, the whole thing slightly crooked — and she either hasn’t noticed or doesn’t care.

For now, I just wait and watch. And watch them fall.

Recognition is a reflex before it is a choice. The phone face stays down for the rest of the day. I don’t need confirmation to know the line is drawing tight. Somewhere, she is making rules for herself she will keep until she doesn’t. She is tidying what can be tidied, making order in an apartment that has not changed and never will, not in any way her camera can trap. She is noticing—objects, timings, the small betrayals of a system that was stable yesterday. She will call it paranoia. I refuse the insult. Animals with clean instincts survived; I prefer mine unblunted.