Melissa Keil

I feel like everything is exactly how it is supposed to be. Like nothing at all needs to change. And as soon as I think that thought, I freak.

I have seen enough movies to know how jinxes work.

I really should have known better.

I fall asleep with the sound of her voice echoing in my head, and a feeling in my chest like someone is scooping my heart out with a spoon

But I can’t get my brain to shut the hell up. It’s chanting at me, like some demonic creature hell-bent on driving me insane. It is chanting:

Camilla. Camilla. Camilla.

Why did it have to be her?

His expression remains blank when he sees me. But beneath the blankness, I detect a world of fury.

feel the pull of my dark bedroom, my movies and my screenplays and my bed. I can all but hear them calling me home.

But I turn around, and I walk the other way

He shakes his head, and he looks at me with his customary Mike-mask. But beneath the blankness, I know that he is grinning

I feel empty, and exhausted, and I just need her to go away and take her face with her

Her hazel ones are staring back at me. They are wide and bright. Objectively, they are great eyes. But un-objectively – they might just be the best eyes in the universe

When I went away, you were the only person I wanted to talk to! You were the first person I needed to see when I got back! I sang in front of you, and I’ve never let anyone see that part of me before! You are the person … I feel like I’ve run halfway around the world to find!