One Last Stop

by Casey McQuiston

“It’s not nice, it’s true.”

He looks perturbed at having to open his third eye before eight in the morning. He’s barely opened his two regular ones.

If she looked at me the way she looks at you, my IUD would have shot out like a party popper.

“Sometimes the point is to be sad, August. Sometimes you just have to feel it because it deserves to be felt.”