Within the week can be Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday. There is no way that Guy can live with me, that he can move into my apartment within the week, that we can use the same bathroom. No. It is not possible. Yet, I feel it is inevitable. There is no room. I should have told him that I couldn't do it, but I can't. I am not that kind of person. But sometimes, I wish I could be. That I could say with conviction, No. Instead of feeling that I've lied to myself all my life, thinking that it is OK to lie to oneself because it is what it is anyways, is it not?
It is not. Or at least that's what Homes once told me. But Homes is far away now. Far and not far, but further than he was yesterday, and further tomorrow than he is today, and it will go on like this until Homes is Tony is Dad is Bailey is The Ghost.
I knew a girl once. She was my friend. We could have dated, had I not broken her heart and then killed Tony. She called me a coward.
She was right.
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