Time Heals

A cut scene from my novel.

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I spend the remainder of the week in my bed, under the sheets where we used to spend most of our time. I let my phone die two days ago, not caring if I talk to anybody. I lay on my back staring up at the ceiling, but all I think about is the time you pointed out the blue paint blob in the corner. I roll to face the wall, and I remember the times you pushed me up against it.