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The sky actually is violet. It actually snowed in Macon today.
It's all melted now.
She had a candle lit that smelled like lemon dishwashing soap, but she was low on candles. It had been a day of sad revelation.
She was on her way to Aldi's to get those baked potato chips she liked and she was in a give no fucks mood - AKA survival at any cost. She hasn't yet had the balls to tell her relatives to back the fuck off and let her heal without performative sympathy.
He had never cared.
She realized that if she had gone to the doctor tomorrow and discovered that she had stage four terminal cancer and texted him to tell him... they had dated for six months. He was in her family Christmas fotos. He had met every major member of her family and her best friend. She had gone with him to get his mother's ashes. But if she had texted him to say "oh shit, I'm dying"
he would genuinely have thought "why the fuck are you texting me."
This kind of killed her.
It made something shift. All that caring and all that hope.
it was all fucking bullshit.
but it snowed today and the sky was violet.
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