Remember Me Tomorrow

by Farah Heron

This is a pattern, and patterns become cycles until someone breaks them, and I am in the mood to break things.

“You ever feel like the whole world is spinning five steps ahead of you?” I ask. “And by the time you catch up with them, they’ve already moved on?”

One, your life is going to get so much better once you step away from the people holding you back, because real friends don’t forget friends when things don’t go as planned. Two, I have a very strong suspicion that it’s not you who has to catch up with the world, but the world that needs to catch up with you.”

What I remember is that he apparently disappeared from his own room. This room. His ID card logged him coming into the building one night—and then never leaving it. Apparently, an eyewitness saw him in the mailroom on the ground floor. When campus police checked on him the next day, after his mother had said he wasn’t returning her calls, he wasn’t here.

“Lesson one: never trust us, new girl.”