By the third night, I was hollow. The Jedi-tricks had worked too well. I could no longer picture her face. I could no longer hear her laugh. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my own hands, and felt nothing.
I ran down the corridor, past the other guests—zombies in bathrobes—and burst into the lobby. The concierge looked up. “How may we help you, sir?” File- Krilinresort---Jedi-tricks--Love-Me-Baby....
I agreed. Why not? I had come to forget. By the third night, I was hollow
And that was when the silence became unbearable. I could no longer hear her laugh
And for the first time in my life, I missed the pain more than I had ever missed her.
She had left a note: “You don’t love me, baby. You love the idea of fixing me.”
