In death she was a thousand moments of life, repeating from 06:35 and ending at 11:42 every single day.
From the faint creak of the bedroom floor remembering her first steps of the day to the thermostat ticking its way up to 22 degrees Celsius, she was everything the house had known her as. The curtains softly parted just as they did when she watched the birds each morning, the letterbox twitched under fingers that weren't corporeal enough to check for new letters.
She didn't end at her front door though, the pavement outside remembered the way she tripped on its one crooked slab most days and the taste of her blood when she wasn't able to stop her fall. It remembered keys clutched between knuckles that fell loosely to the floor and how her hands trembled when she tried to pick them up again.
The office walls remembered her laughter echoing around the breakroom, her soft sobbing in the bathroom when everybody else had left she she had volunteered to lock up...again. It remembered the taste of her blood too, the way her body slumped against the door of the cleaning cupboard she was eventually found in, the way her last breath felt the same as her nervous sigh on her first shift.
From the faint creak of the bedroom floor remembering her first steps of the day to the thermostat ticking its way up to 22 degrees Celsius, she was everything the house had known her as. The curtains softly parted just as they did when she watched the birds each morning, the letterbox twitched under fingers that weren't corporeal enough to check for new letters.
She didn't end at her front door though, the pavement outside remembered the way she tripped on its one crooked slab most days and the taste of her blood when she wasn't able to stop her fall. It remembered keys clutched between knuckles that fell loosely to the floor and how her hands trembled when she tried to pick them up again.
The office walls remembered her laughter echoing around the breakroom, her soft sobbing in the bathroom when everybody else had left she she had volunteered to lock up...again. It remembered the taste of her blood too, the way her body slumped against the door of the cleaning cupboard she was eventually found in, the way her last breath felt the same as her nervous sigh on her first shift.
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