inbox: maribel

the salt helped. kinda. but now my dreams are louder. if that makes sense.

f i don’t show up tomorrow... just pretend i got grounded or something. or maybe i finally floated away lol

but now he’s everywhere. in static. in headlights. in the backs of my eyes. he’s not mad. that’s what hurts the most.

also my ceiling fan is spelling things out in morse code. it spelled “leave.” or maybe “love.” the last part got blurry. i’ll ask it again tonight.

i think we knew before we knew. about all of it. like the mark, and ash, and the moon going weird. i wish i said something earlier. you were always better at seeing.

i know you logged on. don’t pretend you didn’t see this. the glitch skipped when you opened the message. it always does