POV.
As I laid there, my stomach twisting into knots of acetaminophen and bleach, I remembered something.
So I called you.
Do you remember that night we went to the theatre? No, not to see that movie. It was the one where we watched the actors put on some show. I can't remember what it-- yes! That was it.
You remember it, right? Good. Do you remember what what the morning before? And the afternoon, too, I guess. No... It wasn't when we went to play mini-golf. Yeah! That as a lot of fun. We should do it agai--
Wait, I was trying to tell you what I just remembered.
We went to the mall. The ride there was normal. But it was after it that I'm remembering, emotion for emotion. Feeling for feeling. It's eerie.
But do you remember it?
We held hands when we got out of your car. We held hands the whole time. We stopped for a pretzel. You ate half of mine. We still didn't let go of each other's hands. We picked out clothes hoping that they fit us.
Then, we got ice cream. We couldn't walk around with it because we got fussed at. I don't remember why, really. But that doesn't matter. We held hands even while sitting at the table. We got really weird looks, too. It was kind of funny.
We left. Three hours of holding hands. They were sweaty and gross, sort of. That was funny. We got into your car and we finally let go. I turned off your radio and we said nothing for an hour as we drove around. Eventually, you broke the silence and asked me why I had done that.
My answer. Do you remember it? No? Oh, okay...
Because I wanted you to pay attention to me. To get to know me, not the words of the song. You kind of laughed and I frowned. I remember frowning because my face felt different. I looked out of the window for a really long time. When we got to my house, we stared at each other for what felt like the longest time. Eventually, we got out of the car.
We laid in my bed for so long. We held hands and just stared up at the ceiling. You finally said that you had missed me.
I told you I wish I could still miss you.
You got up and looked up movie times and we drove there. We watched the movie, not touching. We never laughed or looked at each other. We were so stoic. But it was okay, wasn't it?
Yeah. nothing was ever the same. Bella? The dog? No, she died a couple of months ago. Old age, of course. How's school? Yeah, I'm doing pretty well, too.
Well, I have to go. I love you.
I hung up before I could get a response, leaned over the toilet, and vomited.
I still sort of miss you.
So I called you.
Do you remember that night we went to the theatre? No, not to see that movie. It was the one where we watched the actors put on some show. I can't remember what it-- yes! That was it.
You remember it, right? Good. Do you remember what what the morning before? And the afternoon, too, I guess. No... It wasn't when we went to play mini-golf. Yeah! That as a lot of fun. We should do it agai--
Wait, I was trying to tell you what I just remembered.
We went to the mall. The ride there was normal. But it was after it that I'm remembering, emotion for emotion. Feeling for feeling. It's eerie.
But do you remember it?
We held hands when we got out of your car. We held hands the whole time. We stopped for a pretzel. You ate half of mine. We still didn't let go of each other's hands. We picked out clothes hoping that they fit us.
Then, we got ice cream. We couldn't walk around with it because we got fussed at. I don't remember why, really. But that doesn't matter. We held hands even while sitting at the table. We got really weird looks, too. It was kind of funny.
We left. Three hours of holding hands. They were sweaty and gross, sort of. That was funny. We got into your car and we finally let go. I turned off your radio and we said nothing for an hour as we drove around. Eventually, you broke the silence and asked me why I had done that.
My answer. Do you remember it? No? Oh, okay...
Because I wanted you to pay attention to me. To get to know me, not the words of the song. You kind of laughed and I frowned. I remember frowning because my face felt different. I looked out of the window for a really long time. When we got to my house, we stared at each other for what felt like the longest time. Eventually, we got out of the car.
We laid in my bed for so long. We held hands and just stared up at the ceiling. You finally said that you had missed me.
I told you I wish I could still miss you.
You got up and looked up movie times and we drove there. We watched the movie, not touching. We never laughed or looked at each other. We were so stoic. But it was okay, wasn't it?
Yeah. nothing was ever the same. Bella? The dog? No, she died a couple of months ago. Old age, of course. How's school? Yeah, I'm doing pretty well, too.
Well, I have to go. I love you.
I hung up before I could get a response, leaned over the toilet, and vomited.
I still sort of miss you.