And when that day comes, Timmy’s voice will be nothing more than a distant echo, lost in the void of the sad excuse for a man that he’s always been.
A monster who couldn’t destroy me, no matter how hard he tried.
CHAPTER 136
TIMING IS EVERYTHING
DEX
I’m sure she’s hurting. I’m sure she still thinks about him.
Because, unlike him, she has a heart, and she poured it into this absolute trash bag of society.
I want to comfort and console her, but if I do it too quickly, she might repel my advances. And she’d be right to do so, honestly.
And it’s all so fresh, I can imagine him strategically placing an email or text or some other gesture right in her path that throws her and sucks her back in.
Forget a fucking Hoover, he’s a Roomba.
He’s running around on autopilot fucking with people’s emotions.
But he’s the filth that the Roomba cleans up.
I don’t know where I’m going with this fucking analogy, other than to say he’s despicable and she deserves so much better than him.
So I’m going to hang out for a minute, until I sense she’s ready.
As hard as it is to hang back and not jump right in, she has to fix this for herself.
There’s no other way.
CHAPTER 137
DRAGONFLIES
MARGAUX
TWO WEEKS LATER
What is grief when you can’t see the body?
What is grief when you can see the body is still living, repeating their behavior on someone else?
It hurts, seeing them move along, and inflict the same pain on another person, reaching out to triangulate with everyone they’ve ever known.
Because, for some their wounds have been dulled, their scars healed almost—if not totally.
But he’ll rip them open again.
I’m sure of it.
It’s not my place to point it out.
I have to live here in silence, with my altered DNA.
Because I fell for a cute boy full of lies.
Who wanted nothing other than to hurt me and to blame me for everything he thinks everyone ever did him wrong by.