June 5, 2017:

Motel room selfie.

Him: jet black hair, long ish, scraggly. Head back, unshaven, very very drunk.

Her: thick red hair, soft lips, sad eyes of pain and confusion. Very very drunk.

He loves her. Bones and blood and sinew.

She needs him. Unconditional emotional support as her mind and her world spin crashing inward.

But she resents him. He hurt her, and she's angry.

In a few weeks she'll be gone forever.

Tonight they're together, they're drunk, they're alone, just them and motel room sheets and polaroids.

It's a good night.