Liv/Sam.
Liv.
People remark that everyone should go through the five stages of grief quickly.
It took me nearly a century to make it to depression. Let alone acceptance.
The email is anger.
My blood is denial.
Boiling.
Tipping over the pot.
Until it spills and burns the ground.
I stand. Stretch my unused legs. Exit the room. To nowhere.
Again again again.
It's just a cycle of the five stages of grief.
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Sam
I understand her. I think I do.
She cries when she's angry.
She laughs when she's sad.
She was like me.
Floating in water.
Drowning.
The stupid things that kids do.
4:53 pm.
That was so stupid.
So stupid.
Jumping. Falling. Drowning. Lights blared above but our eyes nearly closed.
Collapsed.
And then we weren't friends anymore.
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Emails
RomanceAfter the falling out of a relationship between Sam and Liv, both have gone their separate ways. While Liv is trying to forget what happened, Sam is constantly drafting emails that either are too insensitive, or too pathetic. Emails are piling up in...
