Page 84 of Student Seduction
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My mother died. I never said goodbye in California but it’s time I let you go. Goodbye, Aiden.
My heart thudded hard in my chest and I pressed send on impulse, almost by accident. Didn’t matter. Damage was done.
I stared at the screen, waiting.
But minutes ticked by and babies were born and people died and time marched on but there was nothing.
No response, no bubbles, no indication if the message was even received.
That was okay. I was okay.
I would be okay. Eventually.
I didn’t have my materials and I should’ve probably tried to sleep, but I knew I couldn’t. So I begin sketching the sculpture for the loss of my mother and the rebirth of myself on a hotel notepad in the middle of the night.
