Fawn Trivette, a Living Animation
When I first met her, only weeks ago, I mistook her for someone else who had the same bright, bold hair color. Upon hearing of the murder, I was in disbelief and mistook her death for someone else's, trying to convince myself that maybe there was another Fawn at the club. Just days before the murder, we spoke and she was excited about the prospect of a new job. And then only hours before her death, she anxiously told me that they granted her an interview. There was still so much for her to do in life. I invited her to play with me and Rayvan. The music was so loud, that it was difficult to make out what she was trying to say, but I could tell that she was having fun. I will never forget her voice or her smile. I will never forget our conversations. She looks so good in faux military, and maybe such attire will always remind me of her. Even though she entered my life just shortly, I feel impacted by her departure. A selfish part of me wishes that I had never met her, so that I would not feel the loss that I do now. Yet another part of me is really thankful that she made an imprint on my life, for just a moment, but enough to make me remember the beautiful person that she will always be...one full of life, as if a living animation.