It's not that special. The walls are all bare and white, like your old university dorm. Everyone wears the same thing. They give us puzzles and coloring pages and school lunches. I draw a picture of you every day. I try to tell them how we talk every day, how when I go to sleep you sneak in my room and read the journal. They tell me you're dead. I laugh.
YOU ARE READING
40 Ways to Say I Love You
Short Story40 Ways To Say I Love You 17. "Eat Something" It's sweet that they care. You used to care too. And now you're dead.
