Teach Me to Forget

Remind me again, why are you talking to me? I thought we had an understanding. I said I wasn’t a petri dish and you agreed.

He's like a painting that from a distance is beautiful, but when you get up close it distorts and melds into something ugly, something dark.

You should have just left me there.” He pulls out of the cemetery and onto the road. “Don’t be so dramatic. Besides I told you I would never leave you. Just like you never left me.” “I think you’ve repaid that debt, Jackson Gray.” He shakes his head. “So quickly you forget our pact.” I put my foot on his dash and hold my hands in front of the vents. I still can’t believe he’s still rescuing me, years later. “Who could forget that. You were cowering on the floor of the library.” “I wasn’t cowering.” “Okay. You were leaning down to get a book when large bullies materialized in front of you.” I glance at him. “Is that better?” He rolls his eyes. “No one’s ever done something like that for me before. Even though I’d never admit a girl fought one of my battles.” I adjust the seat belt so it’s tighter. “Get over it, Jackson Gray. I did what anyone would do.” “No one else would have stuck up for the new kid.” He shrugs. “Is that the type of person you’d leave freezing in a cemetery?” “You mean, you’d leave other people freezing in a cemetery?” He sighs and nudges me in the shoulder. “Just shut up.

Ghosts have a way of showing up when you least expect them.

Guilt seeps into every thought, it colors every blink, every breath. It turns love into something ugly, something undeserving, wrong. It tackles my soul and demolishes it,

I know what you’re doing.” “Oh yeah, what?” “You’re trying to make me uncomfortable.” “Trying?” “Succeeding.” “Good,” I say. “I’m just trying to help,” he snaps. “I don’t need help, Tom Sawyer.” “Fine.