- Sorry.
Sorry.
I got caught up downstairs.
There was a jumper on
the boarding bridge.
- I heard.
- I don't know what
he was thinking.
Hardly high enough.
- Mm.
- I'm sorry I'm late.
I know you have
your whole routine.
- Stop apologizing.
It's fine.
- Oh, the shuttle isn't
running, by the way.
- That's OK.
I'll take the bus.
- The bus?
- It's only three transfers.
- That's disgusting.
- Bye.
- See you.
Be safe!
- Mm-hmm.
- You told me that
emotional support animals
can stay in the cabin.
- Yes, they can, but they have
to be able to fit in the crate.
- Yes, he does
when he lies flat.
- But he's not--
- I need you to get
somebody, because I--
I'm not getting on
the plane without him.
- Oh, hey.
I thought you'd be out.
- No, I took a nap.
I actually slept really well.
- That's great.
Are you still seeing
Dr. Chen today?
- No, I don't think so.
I don't need to see him anymore.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah.
I feel really good today.
- I'm so happy to hear that.
Noah?
- Things have been a lot
better the past few weeks.
I left Security, finally.
I'm in Parking Enforcement
now, and it's been all right.
Only two people told me
to go f*ck myself today,
so I'll take what I can get.
To be honest, it's not that bad.
I like the constant
moving around.
I like that I'm always
doing things now.
I had too much time to
just sit and think before.
It still comes back, though, and
I can feel it when it's close.
I say to myself, here it comes.
It's in flashes and waves.
The last thing she said to me,
the hours of searching deep
into the night,
her jacket floating
at the bottom of the bridge.
I still struggle
with it, but keeping busy
has made it a lot easier.
- Thank you, Aaron.
That brings us to the
end of our session today.
For those of you
who have shared,
thank you for your
trust and your honesty.
And for those who have yet to
share, thank you for listening,
and thank you for being here.
- So I don't know why we're
still here and not moving yet,
especially somewhere where
we're doing group therapy.
- Excuse me.
Uh, uh, excuse me.
I, uh, don't believe we've met.
- Oh, it's my first time.
I-- I got time off
work for bereavement.
- f*ck, yeah!
That's great.
The-- the time off, I mean.
Not the bereavement, obviously.
I would k*ll for time off.
Well, not-- not,
like, k*ll, k*ll.
I-- I'm Brian.
- Miranda.
- So, uh, you didn't
introduce yourself in there.
Why not?
- I guess I thought
Sam would introduce me.
- Like, point at you?
Put you on the spot?
- Yeah.
- In a support group?
- Yeah.
- Nah.
I don't
think he'd do that.
- Well, I gotta--
- Your eyes are green.
Oh, I'm nearsighted, so
these details are usually
a mystery to me at first.
You looked like a blurry
blob thing in there.
- Why don't you wear glasses?
- Oh, I don't want to
hide the moneymaker.
- So you really couldn't
see me in there?
- No.
- Well, can you see me now?
- Oh, yeah, I can see you.
- How about now?
- Yep.
- How about now?
- Uh, yeah, I can see you.
- How about--
- Uh, yeah, I can--
Uh-huh.
Very nice.
Very funny!
- --still got control.
Spiritual healing is invaluable
for your emotional health.
Modern solutions are
far too predictable.
- Is this herbal?
- Yeah.
- Because I can't--
- Can't do caffeine.
I know.
It's herbal.
So why the urgent phone call?
- He's back.
- Who?
- Damien.
- Oh, boy.
- When I came home
this evening--
- Hold on--
- There was a rose at
the foot of my door.
- Stop.
- It's him.
I know it's him.
That piece of sh*t
found out where I live.
He knows I'm alone now.
I can't believe this is
f*cking happening again.
f*ck!
- Miranda.
- What?
Sorry.
- You don't have to apologize.
He is a piece of sh*t.
- I want him charged.
- I can't really--
- I mean, he broke
the restraining order.
- A rose is not evidence.
- Can't you look into the
footage on my building's
security cameras?
You told me that I could call
you any time I had a problem--
- I don't think I said any time.
Miranda, you have not
heard from Damien in years.
- But Noah--
- What happened to
Noah was a tragedy.
And you owe it to
yourself to use this time
to take care of you and
to heal, to do more yoga
or whatever it is you're doing.
- Group therapy?
- Exactly.
Same thing.
- He gave me a rose
on our first date.
Is there any way that
you could please look
into the security cameras?
Or-- or maybe just find out
if he's been in the area.
- I'll see what I can do.
- Thank you.
- Now, can you try
to take it easy?
Just relax, you know?
Watch some reality TV.
Turn your brain off for a while.
You've got to focus
on you right now.
- Don't worry.
I don't plan on dating
for a long time.
- Well, that's-- that's
not what I meant.
Miranda, there are good
people in the world.
- I'm sorry that the guest
room isn't set up yet.
- No, this is great.
I mean, I can't believe
you own a house now.
You're, like, living the dream.
- Yeah, a bungalow
two hours from work
was definitely our first choice.
- Well, you know, it beats
a roach-infested basement.
- Hey, we had some good
times in that basement.
You know, you were the only
roommate that stuck it out
with me for all four semesters.
- Mm.
Well, the rich kids
have no resilience.
- You were the best roommate.
I had never seen a 100-pound
girl chopping firewood before.
- Well, that's about
all I could do.
- I've missed you.
- I missed you too.
Hey, I caught Tom
before he left.
He-- he said you'd
been a bit down lately.
- Oh.
No, no.
It's it's-- just work stuff.
I'm-- I'm just tired.
Like, all the time.
It's fine, really.
Um, have you talked
to your mom yet?
- No.
She doesn't know anything.
- I figured since I didn't see,
like, 20 in memoriam posts.
- Mm.
I still can't believe
she added you.
- Stop!
I love your mom.
- I'm sorry.
I'm keeping you up.
- No, no, no.
It's-- it's fine.
Hey, do you want to have
late dinner tomorrow night?
I mean, Tom's gone all week.
We could order
pizza, watch a movie.
You know, just us.
- Yeah, I'd love that.
- It's month end, so I should be
home around 9:00 or something.
I f*cking hate my job.
- You want
to trade lives?
- You know what?
Yeah, I would.
OK.
Good night, girl.
- Goodnight.
- I feel really good today.
- So what are you
going to do all day?
Isn't your session this evening?
- I'll just go to the library.
- I don't think I've been
to a library since college.
You know, I got
thinking last night
after our talk about
our time at school.
- Oh.
- Those were some of the
best times of my life.
Well, when we got to see you.
Damien was always dragging
you off with his bullshit.
Sorry.
I didn't mean to bring him up.
- It's weird.
Sometimes I wish he would
just cease to exist,
but I also fantasize
about facing him, finding
the perfect words to tell
him exactly how he hurt me.
Leave no room for him to
convince me that I'm wrong.
Really bring him to his knees.
- That's funny.
I feel the same way
about my manager.
- Personally, I'd
like to see you
with someone who has
their sh*t together,
someone that makes you
feel safe, you know?
God, I f*cking hate this city!
Um, library's just
up there, right?
- The lovers.
Have you met someone recently?
- Um, no.
No, not at all.
- Hmm.
The fool.
- Oh.
Um, yeah, I guess
I did meet someone.
Um, but it wasn't like that.
I mean, I-- I met
a lot of people.
I just started group therapy.
- Have you seen
a psychic before?
- No, I'm just exploring.
I was on medication before,
but it made me nauseous,
so I'm trying some
natural remedies.
My-- my mom used to give me
these essential oils, and--
well, I guess that didn't
really work either.
So I started listening to
this podcast about self-care
and mindfulness.
- Meditation?
- No.
No.
I would not want to sit
with my mind for that long.
- I see.
Did you suffer a loss?
This was your child.
- No.
Well, I guess I sort
of took care of him,
so maybe that's why.
- He was sick?
- Honestly, I don't really
want to talk about it.
I had issues long before him.
I was just better at
keeping my mind preoccupied.
I had everything under control.
I had a very strict
routine, and-- and I
guess I just lost
the motivation.
- There is a darkness
that follows you.
- Yeah, that's a
good way to put it.
- It's called a killgrin,
an infection of the aura.
The more miserable
you are, the stronger
it gets until the pain is so
unbearable it consumes you.
That's when it takes control.
I have just
the thing you need.
These are healing crystals.
Amethyst, bloodstone,
and howlite.
Very effective for
depression, anxiety, insomnia.
I'll give them to
you for $250 even.
- Um, yeah, I don't think so.
- You'll be back for them.
- Usually, Aaron
likes to speak first,
but since he's not
here with us tonight,
uh, I'd like to open
up the floor to anyone
who hasn't spoken yet.
OK.
Um, well, let's get started.
No, actually, I
have something I'd
like to share with
you all this evening.
Most of you know my
story fairly well by now,
so I won't bore you with that.
But I had a thought driving
home from work last night.
Work ran late, and
there must have
been a concert or something,
because the traffic was
bumper to bumper.
It's the worst commute I've
had in I don't know how long.
It took me three
hours to get home.
And it was exactly
as you'd imagine it.
Dozens of people beeping their
horns, sweaty, angry faces,
screaming profanities, shaking
their fists at the world.
It wasn't anything new, but
it really got to me this time.
My heart was beating
out of my chest.
The air in the car
felt thick, and I--
I couldn't breathe.
I put the window down and
stuck my head out the way
a golden retriever would.
And I breathed in the cold
air and looked up at the sky.
And I swear to god, I could
see every star up there.
It was the most beautiful
night sky I have ever seen.
The thing is,
the pain we carry
with us can contaminate the
world as we perceive it,
as we experience it.
And the world can be a
very unforgiving place
if we choose to see it that way.
I want you all to just
look up, just right up
there at the ceiling.
Now, I know I'm not the
greatest photographer,
but I wanted to memorialize the
moment, the feeling I had, just
as a reminder that no
matter how painful each
of our circumstances, we are all
under that same beautiful sky.
- Fancy a drink?
- Oh, god.
You scared me.
- Is that a yes?
- What?
No.
No, why-- why would
that be a yes?
- OK, Uh, please don't
take offense to this,
but you really seem like
someone who needs a drink.
- I'm not interested.
- Well, what are you
doing right now anyway?
Just being sad?
Just going from place to
place and being sad over here,
and sad over there--
- I have dinner with a friend.
- Right now?
- Yes.
- Oh.
- Well, at 9:00.
- Oh, well, you've
got plenty of time.
Let's go.
Pints on me.
- Brian--
- Miranda.
- The answer is no.
- OK.
Well, here.
Take my card in case
you change your mind.
- Bye.
- See you soon.
- Andie?
Are you back?
Andie?
Oh.
Are you still working?
Andie?
Noah?
Noah, is that you?
f*ck.
- Reading your horoscope?
- Hey.
Welcome back.
You didn't take
the full two weeks?
- I was just sitting around.
I prefer to get
back into things.
- How's Ashley?
- She moved out.
- Ah, f*ck.
Sorry.
- It's for the best.
Trust me.
That is the Andie Selford file.
- Ah, OK.
- Are you thinking Ivanoff?
- No.
Seems our friend was
already detained.
- What about her husband?
- Conference.
Do you remember Damien Waters?
- The stalker case?
- Yeah.
Can you find out where
he was last night?
Thanks.
Good to have you back.
- You're really quitting?
- Yeah, they won't give
me any more time off,
and I'm just not ready
to come back yet.
- Of course.
No, I get it.
It's just not going
to be the same without you.
Do you know him?
- They really need you tonight?
- Yeah.
The VP of media is
joining, so I've
got to be there for appearances.
- I liked your speech, by
the way, at the funeral.
- Thanks.
Your mom sent flowers, you know?
- Yeah, I saw.
- It's just funny, the night--
I wasn't even supposed
to be at that conference.
They asked, and I just said yes
because I say yes to everything.
If I was there--
it's my fault.
- No, it's not.
- She warned me about this.
- What do you mean?
- She said she felt like
something horrible was
going to happen to her.
She said that life
was so painful for her
and she didn't know if she
was going to live much longer.
I thought she was doing better.
She was just in group
therapy a few months ago.
I never should have left her.
- Tom, this didn't
happen because
of what she was going through.
It was a random,
horrible tragedy.
- She said she didn't know
how to be happy anymore.
She said she felt like there
was a dark shadow following her.
- Flight 71, all
passengers to the gate.
- That's my flight.
I'm really sorry about
Noah, by the way.
I don't know if I
ever said that to you.
- Thank you.
- Miranda, you're leaving early.
- Yeah, and you're--
you're really late.
- Yeah.
I had a bit of a
night last night.
Oh, um, uh, I had a missed
call a couple weeks ago.
Was that you by any chance?
- Yeah.
Yeah, that was-- that was me.
- Oh.
Why the late call?
Bad dream?
- My friend died.
Sorry.
Seriously?
Oh, Miranda, I'm sorry.
I-- f*ck!
I was--
- It's fine.
- I'm starting to think
I might be cursed.
- OK.
Well, why-- why do you say that?
- A psychic told me that I
have a darkness following me.
- I see.
Well, um, what do you think?
- I don't know.
I thought I saw something, and I
couldn't tell if it was a dream.
God, I feel like I'm losing
control of my thoughts.
Horrible things just
keep coming in and out.
- OK, well, that's not a curse.
That's just-- that's life.
At least, life in here.
So you're seeing a psychic.
- I don't know.
I guess I'm just desperate
for some healing.
- Oh.
Well, I, um, I have some wine
at my place if you want to--
- I don't
think I'm that desperate.
- Yeah.
- It's unlocked.
Aaron, are you there?
Thanks for coming with me.
I've been trying to get
a hold of him for days.
Aaron?
I'm going to check upstairs.
No.
- I'd like to open
the floor to anyone
who'd like to share
their feelings about what
happened to Aaron.
Please, no details about the
circumstances of his death.
It might be triggering.
- It's f*cking hell.
We live in f*cking hell.
- Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
Damien!
Damien, I know it's you!
- Oh!
Hey, hey, I came
to check on you.
What's going on?
- It's him.
I know it's him.
I saw him in the doorway.
- Who?
- Damien.
- Who's Damien?
What's going on?
- I gotta go.
- Miranda!
- Everything OK?
- I know who k*lled Andie.
- I'm listening.
- It was Damien.
- Miranda--
- Did you look into
the security cameras?
- Those cameras have
been broken for years.
Your building's run by morons.
- Well, I know that
he's been following me.
He was going to k*ll me,
but he got Andie instead.
- Miranda, it couldn't
have been Damien.
We spoke with him yesterday.
He was working that same night.
He's back at that gym.
We saw the sign-in
sheets and everything.
- Why didn't you call me?
- Well, someone could
be covering for him.
- Why would they do that?
- So what if he didn't do it?
I mean, it doesn't mean
he's not stalking me again.
- Miranda, I really think
you need to get some help.
- Well, I'm obviously
not getting any here.
- Sounds like she's really
trying to get back at her ex.
- f*ck.
Oh.
Thank you.
- Sorry about the mess.
- Did you have a party?
- No.
Did-- did you want
to have a party?
I can invite some friends over.
- No, that's OK.
Uh, unless you want to?
- No.
No, I don't--
I don't want to.
No, I just-- uh, I just--
I want you to feel comfortable.
- I didn't think I'd get
you here so fast, so--
or at all.
Sorry.
No, I didn't-- uh, I just meant,
uh, your call was unexpected.
- It's fine.
Uh, thank you for
letting me stay here.
I, uh-- I don't feel safe
at home right now, so--
- Oh.
Do you want to talk about it?
- Not really.
- It's not really
your thing, right?
Talking about how you
feel, letting people in.
So do you still, uh-- do you
still think you're cursed?
- Sort of.
- And Damien, is he
like, your, uh, Imhotep?
You know, from "The Mummy."
The-- you open the
tomb, and you--
you release the curse.
- Um, no.
Um, he's just a problem
that will never go away.
- Hmm.
Sort of like a curse.
Mm.
Um, you want a beer?
- I'm still drinking this wine.
- Oh.
Right.
Um-- so, uh, why are
you in group therapy?
- I don't really want
to talk about that--
- You don't want to talk
about it, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I guess you
prefer a psychic.
- Well, why are you
in group therapy?
I've never heard you speak.
- Well, I have, just not
since you've been there.
- Well, if you don't
tell me anything,
I'm not going to
tell you anything.
- All right.
Fine.
Uh, my brother was,
uh, successful,
married, baby on the way.
Three degrees.
He ran a f*cking marathon
for charity every year.
I mean,
he was everything.
Everything I'm not,
that's for sure.
Uh, and then
things started to change.
He became, uh, mean
and distant, you know?
He would disappear for long
stretches of the night.
And then his wife, she would
call me crying and begging me
to--
to talk to him, as if he'd
listen to anything I'd say.
And then I tried to talk
to our folks, you know?
But they wouldn't listen.
They-- they
thought I was being petty.
And then-- and then I
talked to his best man.
He said I was overreacting.
Said it was work stress.
And then I went to school
with one of his coworkers,
so I talked to them too.
I mean, I--
I talked to everyone.
Everyone except for-- for
him because, you know,
that would have
been uncomfortable.
So, um--
anyway, one day he went to
work and he shot three people,
and then he shot himself.
- Holy sh*t.
- Yep.
So uh, what about you?
- Uh, you-- you got
anything stronger than this?
- Oh, yeah.
- This is fancy.
- There are some things
I take very seriously.
And stir.
Cheers.
- Oh, I
kind of lost my mind
- Ugh, this is disgusting.
Ooh!
- And me,
we're kind of different.
- Mm.
She is most motivated
by screaming so loud
that your eyeballs explode.
- Does that happen in the movie?
- Yes, and she wants to
make the whole world blind.
Whoa!
- Make me feel
not like the other girls
Locked in another world.
- You mean, like,
metaphorically, right?
- You know,
you make me feel rich
You know I--
- I feel like I'm in college.
- College sucks.
- Yeah, I didn't
exactly thrive there.
- Really?
But you're such a
social butterfly.
- Not all of us are meant
to, you know, thrive.
Some of us just got
to chop the firewood.
Is that a projector?
- Mm, mm-hmm.
Yeah, I got a vampire movie from
the '40s in there if you want
to watch.
- Is that when you were born?
- What?
- I will have you know that I
am much, much older
than that.
Ha, ha, ha.
- I'd be down for a movie.
- Hmm?
- Oh, hey, is that the
file on Aaron Fowles?
- Yeah.
Oh my god, you OK?
You look terrible.
- Oh, yeah, no, I, uh,
just couldn't sleep.
Hey, look, I talked to the
guys over at Oshawa County
about the homeless man
they found in the woods.
The injuries are identical
to both our victims.
Scars on the wrists, dislocated
jaw, total avulsion of the face.
- Hmm.
Maybe it was a bear.
- Sure looks like it.
- Jesus Christ, and
he was homeless.
Like they haven't
been through enough.
- Yeah, sure.
- What's on your arm?
- I don't know.
I must have scratched it
in my sleep or something.
- You sure you're OK?
- Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.
- Hello?
Mom, what number are
you calling from?
No, that's not why, Mom.
Uh, I'm sorry.
I've just been busy.
Yeah, he did.
I didn't want to bother you.
I'm sorry.
No.
No, no, don't come here.
I'm fine.
Don't cry, Mom.
Listen, I'm going to
come visit soon, OK?
I-- I'm just--
I've got a lot
going on right now.
Um, I gotta go, Mom.
I'm-- I'm getting on an elevator
and I'm going to lose signal.
OK, bye bye.
- I told you you'd be back.
- Shannon, I'll close up.
- All right.
Thanks.
- Miranda, you're here.
How have you been?
I love you too.
- f*ck off, Damien!
I thought we were
done with this sh*t,
and yet somehow,
you keep managing
to slither back into my life.
- God, you're so hateful.
- You violated the
restraining order.
- Hey, you came here.
- I am talking about
the f*cking roses!
If you come back to my apartment
again, I will go to the police.
- Good night!
- Didn't you already
go to the police?
My manager got a call
from them, asking
where I was last Wednesday.
You really think I f*cking
k*lled your friend?
You have such a high
opinion of yourself.
Why'd you have to come back?
Why can't you f*cking
leave me alone?
- Doesn't seem like things have
been going too well without me.
How's group therapy?
- Have you been following me?
Have you been following me?
- You're recording
this, aren't you?
Hmm?
Where is it?
Hmm?
- Damien, stop it.
- I bet I can find it.
- Miranda?
Are you OK?
- Take me back.
- Hello there, Houdini.
Where'd you disappear to?
Uh, I have your, uh, hair
elastic here, in case that, uh,
entices you to come
back by any chance.
Anyway, uh, call me.
There's my man.
What are you doing right now?
Work?
What?
Why-- why are you at work, dude?
Jordo, what up, bro?
You, me, margaritas,
right f*cking now.
I got a-- I got
lime, I got tequila.
- Closer
or farther away.
It's all--
- When'd you have a kid?
Miranda, pick up your phone.
I made margaritas.
Margaritas for Miranda.
Call me back.
James?
Hey, James.
James, hey, what's up, dude?
It's-- it's Brian, man.
You, um-- yeah,
it's been a while.
Hey, wh-- what are
you doing tonight?
You want to-- you
want to hang out?
James?
- Easy.
Easy.
It's hot.
So what's on your mind, kid?
- I think I might
be going crazy.
- Why would you think
something like that?
- I keep hearing the same noise.
It sounds like grinding teeth.
And then I see this shadow.
Tonight, I could feel it.
It was pulling at my skin, like
it was trying to rip me open,
and for a moment,
I think I wanted it to.
- You know, uh, I've been
doing this for three years now,
and I thought providing
people with a place to heal
would help me
manage my own pain.
Relying on the company
of others
can get a little
tricky when you're
a cranky old bachelor like me.
Sometimes I could
escape my thoughts
with television or a good book,
but then I would drop my guard.
And it's like Aaron would say.
Here it comes.
The first
time I saw it, I
was sitting right where you are.
I felt a cold chill that
was almost electric.
And I saw it in the
corner of my eye,
staring at me from the doorway.
Real ugly m*therf*cker.
In the beginning,
it-- it was difficult,
but I've become better
at controlling it.
It's hardest when you're alone.
Sometimes it feels like the
more miserable you are--
- The stronger it gets.
You've seen it too?
How do we get rid of it?
- I wish I knew.
- Is it here now?
- I don't think
we're ever alone.
- Someone told me that I have a
darkness following me, an aura
infection.
Do you think that's what it is?
- No.
I think that pain
is a powerful thing,
and maybe one place can
only handle so much of it
until it starts to leak.
- f*ck!
Hello?
Miranda, hey.
Who, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Slow down, slow down.
Uh, f*ck, yeah!
Come-- come over.
All right.
Yeah.
See you-- see you soon.
Uh--
Hello?
Miranda?
Ooh!
sh*t!
That's enough of that.
Danny?
- Brian, it's Miranda.
- Pain is a powerful thing.
And maybe one place can
only handle so much of it
until it starts to leak.
- Where are you?
Damien?
- Miranda, I'm so sorry.
I had to see you right now--
- Don't you f*cking
come near me.
- Miranda, I--
- Don't!
- Hey.
OK.
OK.
Listen, I'm so sorry.
I truly am.
About the roses--
it was a bad idea.
I just wanted you to know
that I am here for you.
- You sent that f*cking
thing after me, didn't you?
- What?
Wh-- what thing?
Miranda, listen to
what you're saying.
Listen-- listen to yourself.
You're not well.
I know it must have been so
difficult with Noah and all.
You can't feel
guilty about that--
- Don't you f*cking
say his name!
- I may not be perfect,
but I would never
do that to you, ever.
I will never leave
you like that.
- Oh my god.
Oh my god.
This isn't happening.
- Just-- just put the ax
down and talk to me, OK?
What are you doing?
Miranda, stop it!
Stop it.
You're delusional.
- Dodge's Community Center.
- Miranda!
- 810 Fillmore Ave--
- Hey!
- Stop!
Stop!
Why are you making me do this?
All I want to do is love
you, and you're just
trying to ruin my life!
- I don't care.
- I don't care if you k*ll me.
You can't control me anymore.
- Oh my god.
Oh my god.
I'm so sorry, Miranda.
I didn't want to hurt you!
I don't know what's
wrong with me.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I never wanted to hurt you.
I don't want to
live without you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
- Police!
- Miranda!
- Miranda, get up.
Miranda!
Get out of there!
- I feel really good today.
- Are you OK?
- So, uh, any chance you know
what the f*ck just happened?
Is it gone, or is it
going to come back?
- I'd like to open the floor for
anyone who hasn't spoken yet.
- I'd like to speak.
Two months ago, my boyfriend
jumped out our apartment window.
The last thing he
did was smile at me
and tell me that he
was doing better.
But I understand now.
He was only happy because
he knew that it was all
going to be over soon.
I still think about those
moments before he died.
The images come and go.
And sometimes it can
really get a hold of me,
but I'm better at
controlling it now.
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