falling
11:14 p.m.

I'm falling.

You used to know what that meant, once.

It was like a code. A secret. A promise.

"I'm falling." - you'd phone me if you saw it in my diary.

You'd catch me.

We gave each other rings to promise not to fall.

I had to take mine off.

I'm falling.

You'll never catch me again.

It's dark here.

It's cold.

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