Even the time difference between them had not stopped them from communicating all of the time.
The disarray of cups that she had left on the kitchen counter made her cry. Made her think of the cups that showed up in her tarot card…
She was caught like a butterfly that did not fly away fast enough.
Absently going through hordes of digital men like a puzzle game on her phone, trying to make a match.
She learned how to become a ghost. To be invisible and eventually disappear.
