"Who can explain it,
Who can tell you why?
Fools give you reasons,
Wise men never try."

Today I'm packing up the last of Victor's things. The rest of his clothes, his comic books, his weight set. Putting everything he owned in labeled boxes that will sit in a storage unit for the next five to twenty years. Or whenever he gets out of prison. Five months ago we were living a life together; now we'll be lucky if we ever see each other again.

( The only thing I want in the world is to understand why he did what he did. )

Grace Hollingsworth / OC / 500 words