Fast forward to:
November 22nd, 2012
Wait no no. That’s in the past now. It’s December 19th, so—-
[[>NOVEMBER 22nd, 2012<]]
Today was a very special day.
On November 22nd, 2012, you and your girlfriend would have been all moved into your new apartment. Gamzee and Dave were in the living room, playfully fighting over the remote. Kitkat was skateboarding in the park. There was a box of half-eaten lo-mein on the kitchen counter and someone had dropped a sock from a clean load of laundry and hadn’t bothered to pick it up off the rug. The bathroom had facepaint and hair gel sitting on the back of the toilet, and no one had bothered to make their beds that morning.
It was lived in. Happy. Home.
You and Resa were out, however. It was a very special day after all.
The two of you ate heartily at the restaurant, holding hands with the one that wasn’t occupied with a fork. Sometimes under the table like shy little kids, sometimes over the tablecloth, rubbing one another’s knuckles. You chatted and laughed and whispered promises, blushed and blustered, and were terribly, stupidly, painfully in love.
You told her Charizard was pretty great after all.
You asked her if she wanted to get married.
…a lot of things
that could have been
would have been
> It is November 22nd, 2012.
And your mind is caught in August. The bleached bones of Golden God body in death-like limbo, stripped bare in the New Mexican sun.
It’s your one year anniversary.
And you are alone.