Everyone Dies

*WINNER OF THE HSS AWARD FOR BEST EMERGING AUTHOR IN FICTION*

Late at night, I count down from the scar in my memory to where I am now, to where I will one day be. Four months today. In another six years and eight months, no part of me will have touched any part of you. And then I think, I will be fully recovered. Re-covered. Sometimes while I count, I cry. Very briefly. It means nothing.