Wellington Street

In which we take a stroll down a very strange lane.


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Building 23 "The Long Goodbye"

“I don't want to say goodbye, but it is time, isn't it? I have waited for as long as I could, looked for ways to sustain things long after death, but there is only so long that can go on. There is a point, with a body, where the rot gets so bad that the person it once was is no longer visible. The color of the skin, the way the flesh sags and the eyes yellow make it clear that there is no longer life in the vessel.

It is time to say goodbye.

They were my friend for years, during some of the hardest trials of my life. I don't think I could have gotten through the things I did without them, and though I never felt better after talking to them, I was at least able to let my voice be heard in a safe place.

They were the one who I could share my darkest thoughts, the one who I could really let loose. But now they are gone, though they were gone long before I saw it.

Three years ago my friend died, and somehow they just kept on walking.

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