fine,” Randy said, stepping away from the wall, “we can still talk.”

“Right now, I just really wanna be alone,” I stepped around him and he didn’t attempt to stand in my way as I started up the stairs.

“You think it’s never gonna end,” he said, “You just… die. Over and over. But you always come back.”

I stopped in my tracks, my heart skipping a beat.

“What did you say?” I asked, turning around slowly to look him in the eyes.

“I know how you feel,” he said, looking straight back at me, “because it’s the same for me.”

I stood quiet, making a sputtering sound, unable to formulate a coherent word.

“You’re not alone,” Randy said, as if reading my...

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