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April 2017

The Wall is Falling
April 19, 2017

Late last night, Z hit me up apologizing for him kinda telling me to leave earlier in the day. He had been up all day, got a bit cranky said he was going to try to take a nap, so I left. I didn't think it was that big of a deal. I told him there was no need to apologize, I understand that he's stressed out. He told me I could come over if I wanted to, so I got out of bed and headed over. We hung out watching movies till we both fell asleep. I kept my arms around him as much as I could. At one point he wrapped my arm under his arm, put my hand on his chest and pulled me closer to him. And with that one simple gesture, another piece of the wall around my heart fell down.

When we got up this afternoon, we were standing in his shop talking. I asked him if anyone is going with him to court on Friday. He had been thinking that it was next Monday, not this Friday, so it was a bit of a shock to him that it's day after tomorrow and he got moody. I could tell he wanted me to leave again, so I grabbed my stuff and headed out. On my way out of town, I swung by the area where the houses we went "sticking" (picking somewhere you don't have permission) through. I thought the one house with the hidden room looked familiar, but it was so dark I wasn't sure. Turns out, my first real boyfriend lived there, I was 15 when I was with him. He lived there with his G-ma, that house was haunted with the spirit of his uncle that shot himself in the head in the upstairs bedroom. One night (I wasn't supposed to be there, my Ma thought I was at a friend's place somewhere else..) we were sitting on his bed, leaning against the wall talking. Someone knocked on the ceiling above us. I thought I was hearing shit, but it happened again. He told me that was the way his uncle used to signal him to come up and smoke pot with him. Another time, it sounded like someone crawling on their hands and knees super fast around the room above us. Freaked me out. Anywho... I text Z when I got home telling him I did indeed recognize the place. We didn't talk long, he showed me a pic of new closet door he made for his room, haven't heard from him since. I'm sure he's doing like me, trying to keep busy and not think about what's coming.

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