Blog #8- The Satisfaction of Seperation
I left today. Left The Foxberry, left the town, and most importantly, left Frankie. I always hated the town and dying there didn't make me like it any more. Paradoxically, the only thing keeping me there anymore was the death that made me hate it. I was obsessed with someone else ruining my life and in the process was ruining someone else's. I left Frankie with one thing, or really the lack thereof. She knew she kept inexplicably finding clues to my murder and I don't think she should know why. But I wanted to remove my presence from her life completely, to let her rest in peace and do my best to do the same. I took her body one last time and took all her pieces of the puzzle to the cemetery. I buried those pieces where they belong, with me, and took her body back home. There I left her in her bed and gave her a last look. I could never stand the cold, but since I'm cold all the time now, it's about time I saw the Northern lights. I woke up at 11 this morning, ...