When my mother died that day, a part of me went with her. The part that still shined with some glimmer of happiness tucked inside that terrible darkness.
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I smack the passenger window as he slams on the gas and throws a thick spray of rainwater into my face.
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I won’t allow him to take me home again, even if he smiles and asks nicely
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I type her first name and our city into the search bar, but I only get articles about how the trees do in our climate
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I lean over her, gather saliva in my mouth, and drop it between her parted lips.
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“Turn the car around,”
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“No, I’m taking you to the cabin. What’s the problem?”
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“Sounds like you’re projecting,”
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“Why else would you pull away like that?”
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Did you ever consider that maybe I don’t fucking care about them?”