The time came. My roommates moved out and started having kids. I stayed.
I
took short walks. The neighborhood looked familiar; I had seen these
houses in every season. Nothing changed, but the light moved fast. A
podcast said that some people had moved to Montana, or even Hawaii.
The
evenings were hard and restless. I played video games for hours. I rode
to the edge of the map, searching for the invisible hill. I would
forget to blink, then stumble to sleep. I read a few lines of the
Purgatory before I closed my eyes, watching Dante and Virgil climb the
mountain. I never remembered my dreams.
One day the sun didn’t
rise. It sank in the wildfire smoke and stayed there. I drove into the
city and sat behind a desk anyway. I didn’t know what else to do with
myself.
When I looked into her eyes, I worried.
How do you move forward in life?
Did my aunt still have my grandmother’s ring?
There were many lives across the mirror.
One of them was mine.