You, with a View

by Jessica Joyce

She was a fixture in my life from the start, the person I turned to when anything happened, good or bad.

have a voicemail of her singing “Happy Birthday”

talked to her about relationships, anxiety, school woes, and, later, my struggle to adjust to the disorienting letdown of adulthood. She ended up knowing everything—she was my secret-keeper, my living diary.

How is it possible to want something as equally as you fear it?

“You were hers,” he whispers. “So, now you’re mine, too.”