There's a suicide note that hasn't been written. But the fingertips already know it. It'll be the easiest ink in the world.
When people read it...certain people. When certain people read it, they'll notice she's not there. Because I don't have words for her. She is transcendent. I'll remember her voice and laugh. Her soft middle. Her winter coat. And it won't be on the page because it's coming with me. So when the Guardian of Forever asks me what I did of value during my life, I'll have my proof readily available.







