“Strawberry fields forever right?”

She was referencing a Beatles song that I use to sing to her.Those were her last words before she got on the train. The vowels that left her tongue echoed like a bat’s screech in a dark cave. I closed my eyes as her hands lowered from my jaw. I could still feel her gaze as my vision faded behind my eyelids. The thought of not feeling her touch again pushed my manic depression forward. I was a fish that feared water. She was a hawk that would pull me from my prison, but only for a moment would I know freedom. Her talons had ripped my ego asunder. The great invention of lying had made my resolve, my emotions, and my effort obsolete. As she walked away; her red dress blew in the wind and my eyes began to fill with water.

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