#19

When he hears the bad news, he pulls the collar of his sweatshirt up over his head and repeats the word “no” several times. I look at the headless being and wonder if he thinks that when he comes out of his sweatshirt, this will have all been something that never happened. Could he erase me that easily? Is this where our timelines split? There is one where he returns his head to its place above the neckline of his sweatshirt and I am no longer here, giving him bad news. And there is the other one where he returns his head to its place above the neckline of his sweatshirt and asks me how I can be so calm at a time like this.