A Jukebox Cut:
She still feels a wall of tears behind her eyes, and it almost breaks when she hears Martin’s voice.
“I know, me neither. Johnny and Sebastian are coming up, and we’ll all go to Vancouver together.”
Iris hangs up, pours another glass of wine, and looks out her apartment window. It’ll be good to see Sebastian again, Jonathan too. She still feels him in her heart. But Iris knows there’s a reason they aren’t together. That’s why she left. She couldn’t be there when he found the other woman. Iris doesn’t know who this woman is, but she knows that Jonathan needs to be with her.
The headaches have been hitting hard again, and this time the images aren’t good. There are blood and flowers, black roses—not blue ones. There are the long hallways of an empty school, shuddering in scratched black and white, and there is Charlotte. Standing alone by the Planetarium, whispering something, but the sound doesn’t match. It’s scratched and skipping, like a needle playing the wrong record.
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