14
248words
I clutched my mouth and sobbed. Grief crawled over my body and bent my spine in slow degrees.
In that endless dark my soul was squeezed and squeezed.
The living cling to promises made to the dead.
But Evelyn — the world is cruel. Your little Luna can't hold on any longer.
I came to find you, okay?
Evelyn.
The car stopped at the cemetery gate. I took a knife and walked up the stone path without turning around.
Her headstone had a black-and-white photo.
I had rushed before, afraid to look, but this time was different.
The fruit knife in my hand reflected the cool moonlight.
I barely hesitated. The skin at my wrist was thin; one slice and blood rushed out.
It ran down my arm in slow bright beads. I watched the crimson drip and waited to die.
A small sound made me look back. A man holding a bouquet stood there.
He looked at me for a beat, then at my wrist and his face changed.
He dropped the flowers, grabbed a handkerchief and pressed it to the wound.
Blood seeped through the white fabric. He dragged me along by my other hand.
I was being pulled; my eyes followed the hand that had just pressed the cloth — it wore a ring I recognized.
The matching ring had once been on a necklace around my sister's neck. This man used to be Evelyn's lover.
