personal blog: simon

my freedom at the cost of Kevin’s heart and I’m too drained to care, sifting my fingers to my pocket and retrieving my phone. an alert. Gemma has sent another text. “hi.” so simple, my sister’s inconspicuous way to get my attention, to make me ask what it is that she wants. best resolution. ignore her. I mute the phone and the screen.

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