Kissed Page #3

Stop it!

Just once!

Hi.

I tried calling.

I know.

I've been busy.

Are you still coming over tomorrow night?

I'll try.

Well, maybe I'll see you then.

What are you doing?

I've always had bad skin.

That's not true.

You have beautiful skin.

Let me help you take it off.

I'm going to go.

Okay.

Bye.

Hello?

I love you.

Matt, come on.

This is stupid. Get down.

Pull away the stool.

Matt, I'm serious. You're scaring me.

Get down.

All you have to do is pull away the stool.

- What are you doing?

- I'm gonna take you down myself.

If you do anything

other than pull away the stool...

I'm just going to kick it over myself.

Matt, please.

I love you, okay?

- No, you don't.

- I do. Please.

No, you don't, Sandra...

but you will.

Morning gentlemen. Let's make this quick.

Okay, make sure this whole room

is secured now.

- Let's not disturb anything.

- Questions?

Captain, do you want to come

and take a look at this?

They were all over Matt...

and questioned me for hours.

Why did he kill himself?

Why didn't I talk him down?

I said:

"As soon as I entered the room,

he kicked the stool away."

Okay, let's make room for the gurney here.

Now, don't disturb anything.

Clear. Here we go.

They wouldn't understand.

And I couldn't explain it...

even if I wanted to.

Chaos came with Matt's death.

It came with time and form breaking free...

as everything was magnified,

and coming apart.

Matt was gone, but not his energy.

His star was the brightest I'd ever seen...

exploding and surrounding us.

His love was so intense...

I felt burned.

Love is about craving.

Our craving for transformation.

And all transformation,

all movement, happens...

because life turns into death.

I still work at a funeral home.

I'm still compelled to cross over.

But now I see Matt

when I look into the center.

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