Lyra
Tasha.
Wait. No. Hold on. Am I hallucinating? Because this can’t be real, right? This isn’t real. This is nothing but a sick joke. I must have hit my head harder than I thought.
Do you hear me? I’m serious. I’m blinking over and over again so hard my eyes sting, my tears are burning, and I keep thinking maybe if I close them long enough and open them again, she’ll be gone, she won’t be there, because it doesn’t make sense. None of this makes sense. I swear to you, if this is real, then I don’t know what the f**k is left to believe in.
And I’m rambling because I don’t know what else to do, because how do you process this?
You can’t. I can’t. This has to be a trick. A hallucination. A nightmare designed to rip me apart.
Because it’s Tasha. And she isn’t supposed to be here. She
