She rips the necklace from her throat and
throws it across the room. She is crying. He doesn’t know what to do. Reckless inward facing rage personified, someone this close [holds fingers a centimeter apart]
to giving up.
She is trying, sort of. She went to a
meeting that morning, filled the fridge with healthy food, had 2 showers. But she is
pretty far gone. She should be in hospital or the ashram.
Hey,
your necklace…
I don’t
care about it. But my grandma’s wedding ring was on it. Find it for me?
He finds it, leaves the Tiffany’s cr*p on
the floor and puts the ring on her bracelet.
He wonders if she is ever coming back.
She wants to tell him, reassure him, but she is so lost
she doesn’t know either.
It hasn't happened many times before. But it is happening now and she does not know if she will still be here in a few days.
Fear of purgatory holds her back, for it is probably worse than this, a land of perpetual sunshine, The Lover, good food, education, communication and mental illness.
