She had a list of rules. That I may look at her sketchbook, but only when she is around. That I may hit her, but only when she is awake and asking for it.
“Will you be my boyfriend?” is a hell of a message to get from someone before your first date. Before you have even met. If that’s a red flag, then loneliness leaves you colourblind.
I can tell you the colour and size of her shoes and the tattoos on her breasts but I cannot tell you where she is now or if she is even still alive. We walked around the museum, among dead things, until I found myself alone with the bones.