Imagine Person A has gone missing. Person B looks high and low for them, until they stumble into them as they are running through the streets on their search. Person B hugs Person A tightly, telling them how much they were worried and how scared they were. When Person B pulls back from their embrace, Person A looks at them with a confused look before replying quietly, “Do I know you?”
“The very worst part is that the minute you think you’re past it, it starts all over again. And always, every time, it takes your breath away. There are five stages of grief. They look different on all of us, but there are always five. Denial. Anger. Bargaining. Depression. Acceptance.”
If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
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“I don’t have parents, just a mom and she’s evil.” “Evil? It’s a bit extreme, isn’t it?” ”She is, she doesn’t love me, she only pretends to.”