Page 107 of Phoenix

Goddamnit. My mind, no matter how hard I try, always circles back to her.

I’ve kept myself from checking any social media accounts she has. I don’t want the temptation to reach out to her.

Okay, so that last part was kind of a lie. I’ve checked it once, just to see if she was okay.

She hasn’t really updated any of it since she left, save for one status update the day she left me.

A song. “Vulnerable” by Secondhand Serenade.

A song I’ve kept on repeat nearly every chance I can, because the romantic who resides deep in my soul likes to think she shared that song for me. Because of me. Because it reminds her of me, and it says the things she wants to say.

I pull the song up on my phone and press play, letting the music blend with the sound of the rain pelting down on the roof of my car.

It gives me a sense of peace, of solace amongst the chaos surrounding me in this moment.

I let my eyes drop closed for just a moment, reveling in the music, and when I open them, all of the calm disappears from my body.

Panic sets in.

I hear the screams and cries before I see anyone.

“Help! Help us! Please!”

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