aftermath. an invitation. “let’s hang out!”
you’re suspicious. you should be, the people who you trusted stabbed you in the back and forced you to thank them for it.
still, a way out is a way out is a way out. you’ve stopped questioning the morality of a situation and just accepted it regardless of whether it’s right or wrong. what’s that to you anyway?
her apartment’s small, you’ve never been here before. the fun, artsy cousin from christmas and thanksgiving dinners holds her baby with one hand and with the other, pulls you in for a hug. you stiffen, you relax, it’s calm for a while, and then she asks you the question.
“how are you?”
it is then, slowly, surely, you feel like maybe you can heal.