After the show, a group of us play the game the characters played, where you have to call the person you love most and tell them you love them. When it’s my turn, of course, I call Edwin. He’d died earlier that semester and I haven’t told anyone. I pretend to let it ring knowing full well the number’s been disconnected. Had to stop calling it weeks ago. I left so many messages breathing—heavy wordless grunting, imagining him next to me—
(during last year of colllege) ugh. Heartbreaking.
