A phone call. Autumn still, not long after a sunday walk but week had past.
- Im dying darling-belle and so are you.
- We're all dying dear. I might beat you to it old man.
- I hope not he said after a long pause, good night
Audrinne, a tall brunette which I shared room with at boarding school stared at me with sad eyes. She never asked about the nightly phone calls, even though they woke her up. Without a word she lifted her duvet and made room for me. I laid down next to her and she stroke my forehead until I fell asleep. Not a single word was spoken that night. The only light in the room was from her burning cigarette.
When I woke up, Iris passed the news through the principal who called to his office. Louis was dead. I had already dreamt about that exact scene the night before, in the arms of my loving roommate. I mourned him with intensity and passion, and wrote letters I never sent telling him about what he had left behind. Loved him more and deeper than before.
If I had sent them, we might have had those years (lost because of her lie)
What else has she stolen?