Pigalet-
I hold up one shaky finger. A warning. Don't-
I just wanted to see how you-
How I'm doing? How do I look like I'm doing. I'm the only person in the world who can still move while being completely paralyzed-
Bridge-
Please. Just don't. Don't show your face. Don't have that accent. Don't come back around like you miss me when you really...just.. don't.
But I do.
Then you shouldn't have jumped.
Maybe I didn't. Maybe it was metaphorical.
Then my whole life is a joke.
It's not, and that's not funny.
Right. I didn't get it either. But if it was metaphorical then everyone's head is going to roll, starting with mine.
I never liked those out-loud intrusive thoughts of yours.
I never liked the ghost of Jacobs Past showing up to fuck up what should be such a venerable, sombre week in the first place. It never rained right through November until you ruined your life, and mine, and all of theirs, too. I turn and stare at the house. I can see Lochlan behind the glass of the patio doors staring at me. I wish he could see Jake. I wish he could save me now.
I stepped aside-
Right off a ledge.
Does it matter anymore?
I turn back to stare at Jacob and the wind whips around me, stinging my eyes. Yeah. Yeah it matters. It will ALWAYS matter because I'm the one who has to deal with it and I still can't figure out how.