for my CW workshop I turned in a story about a guy whose girlfriend had died and it was kind of about how he was coping. after class this girl stopped me and told me that eight years ago, her boyfriend was killed, and she just wanted me to know that she couldn’t even finish my piece because it was too accurate. but she told me that she did love it, what I had said, and that she appreciated how I put it out there. god.
my heart is broken for her. it hurt just to write that story, like, imagining it all happening made me cry.
I hope she is okay.