Closure

I called her at four. Her message machine spoke in the voice of somebody impersonating static where a name should be, and then said leave a message.

I think about everything I did trying to remember moments of self sabotage.

I think it may have been a ruse.

I am convinced she has friends, and the next time I ask a stranger if they'll hang out with me, they'll place me into their friend's story.

Oh, you were the guy who left the message on her phone.

Yes mam, but I am no longer that guy.

My new name is Anxious Instability. I am here to scare you.